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"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.

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-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,

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

Love so alike that none do slacken, none can die.

 

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