The Good-Morrow

• 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 snorted we in the seven sleepers' den?
• 'Twas so; but this, all pleasures fancies be.
• 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,
• And makes one little room an everywhere.
• Let sea discovers to new worlds have gone,
• Let maps to others, 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,
• And true plain hearts do in the faces rest;
• Where can we find two better hemishperes,
• Without sharp North, without declining West?
• Whatever dies was not mixed equally;
• If our two loves be one, or thou and I
• Love so alike that none do slacken, none can die.