The Good-Morrow

by John Donne

　　Did, till we loved? were we not wean'd till then?

　　But suck'd 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 mix'd equally;

　　If our two loves be one, or thou and I

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