English Poetry I: From Chaucer to Gray.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. |
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| 175. The Good Morrow |
| | | John Donne (1573–1631) |
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| 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. | |
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| 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. | |
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| 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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