“The Good-Morrow” -John Donne I wonder by my troth, what thou, and I Did, till we loved? Were we not weaned till then? But sucked on country pleasure, childishly? Or snorted we in the seven sleepers’ den? T was so; But this, all pleasures fancies be If ever any beauty I did see. Which I desired and got ‘twas but a dream of thee And now good morrow to our waking souls, Which watch not one another out of fear? For love, all love of other sights, controls And makes one little room, an everywhere Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone, Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown, Let us possess one world each hath one, and is one. My face in thin eye, thine in mine appears, And true pain hearts do in the faces rest, Where can we find two better hemispheres? Without sharp North without declining west? Whatever dies, was not mixed equally; If our two loves be one, or thou and I Love so alike, that none ...
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