1593-1603 by Shakespeare 
Sonnet 44 

1	If the dull substance of my flesh were thought,
2	Injurious distance should not stop my way#
3	For then, despite of space, I would be brought
4	From limits far remote where thou dost stay.
5	No matter then although my foot did stand
6	Upon the farthest earth removed from thee#
7	For nimble thought can jump both sea and land
8	As soon as think the place where he would be.
9	But ah, thought kills me that I am not thought,
10	To leap large lengths of miles when thou art gone,
11	But that, so much of earth and water wrought,
12	I must attend time’s leisure with my moan,
13	Receiving naught by elements so slow
14	But heavy tears, badges of either’s woe.