On a parting kiss

So would a soul, if that it did but know
(Being form'd in Heaven) how that it was to go
To a dark womb on earth from heavenly bliss,
Regret, as I do at our parting kiss ;
For when I part from thee, though the delight
Of the kiss is a sunbeam before night.
Yet I much better should endure the pain.
Were I but sure that we should kiss again.
But being uncertain, like a soul in fear,
Whether it shall return to the same sphere,
Or star, or house celestial, whence it came :
My Cynthia, Beauty's queen, thou canst not blame
My fear, nor my credulity in this.
If I considering of our parting kiss.
Shall straight affirm that on thy lip doth dwell
At once a heavenly pleasure, and a hell ;
For in our kiss is bliss without dimension,
And in our parting grief, beyond extension :
No absence from thee shall have the effect,
As make me not to love, or not respect :
Visits are needless, since they only be
Subjects of fool's discourse, or jealousy :
Then think me like to those are us'd to talk
When they are fast asleep, who rise and walk
As well as if they wak'd, do all things right
As if they us'd their eyes, or had a light :
Even so will I turn dreamer, and desire
Nor sight, nor light, but Love's internal fire,
So thou (although no object of my sense)
Shalt be the subject of Love's innocence.