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John Donne (1572–1631).  The Poems of John Donne.  1896.
 
Songs and Sonnets
The Good-Morrow
 
I WONDER, by my troth, what thou and I
Did, till we loved? were we not wean’d till then?
But suck’d on country pleasures, childishly? 1
Or snorted 2 we in the Seven Sleepers’ den?
’Twas so; but this, 3 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 4 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 5 hemispheres
Without sharp north, without declining west?
Whatever dies, was not 6 mix’d equally;
If our two loves be one, or thou and I        20
Love so alike that none can slacken, none can die. 7
 
Note 1. l. 3. 1669, childish pleasures, sillily [back]
Note 2. l. 4. 1669, slumbered [back]
Note 3. l. 5. 1669, but as [back]
Note 4. l. 13. 1669, to other worlds our world [back]
Note 5. l. 17. 1635. fitter [back]
Note 6. l. 19. 1669, is not [back]
Note 7. l. 20. 1635
              both thou and I
Love just alike in all, none of these loves can die.
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