29. The Good-Morrow
—— John Donne
I wonder by my troth what thou, and I
Did, till we loved? Were we not weaill then,
But sucked on try pleasures, childishly?
Or snorted we in the ven sleepers’ den?
’Twas so; but this, all pleasures fancies be.
If ever ay I did e,
Which I desired and got, ’twas but a dream of thee.
And now good-morrow to our waking souls,
Which watot one another out of fear;
For love all love of hts trols
And makes otle room an everywhere.
Let a-discoverers to new worlds have gone,
Let maps to others, worlds on worlds have shown:
Let us posss one world; each hath one, and is one.
My fa thine eye, thine in mine appears,
And true plais do in the faces rest;
Where we find two better hemispheres,
Without sharp North, without dei?
Whatever dies was not mixed equally;
If our two loves be one, or, thou and I
Love so alike that none do sla, none die.