I wonder, by my truth, what thou and I <br />Did, till we loved; were we not weaned till then, <br />But sucked on country pleasures, childishly? <br />Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers' den? <br />'Twas so; but this, all pleasures fancies be. <br />If ever any beauty I did see, <br />Which I desired, and got, 'twas but a dream of thee. <br /> <br />And now good morrow to our waking souls, <br />Which watch not one another out of fear; <br />For love, all love of other sights controls, <br />And makes one little room, an everywhere. <br />Let sead discoveries to new worlds have gone, <br />Let maps to others, worlds on worlds have shown, <br />Let us possess our world; each hath one and is one. <br /> <br />My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears, <br />And true plain hearts do in the faces rest; <br />Where can we find two better hemispheres, <br />Without sharp North, without declining West? <br />Whatever dies, was not mixed equally; <br />If our two loves be one; or thou and I <br />Love so alike that none do slacken, none can die.<br /><br />John Donne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/good-morrow/
