the good morrow by john donne











The Good Morrow
 
John Donne (1573–1631)
 













































































 
I WONDER, by my troth, what thou and I
Did, till we loved? were we not weaned till then?
But sucked on country pleasures, childishly?
Or snored we in the Seven Sleepers’ den?
’Twas so; but this, all pleasures fancies be;         5
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,         10
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 thine eye, thine in mine appears,         15
And true plain 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         20
Love so alike that none can slacken, none can die.
 

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