I WONDER by my troth , what thou and I
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 .
‘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 map to other , worlds on worlds have shown ;
Let us possess one world ; each hath one , and is one .
Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone ;
Let map to other , worlds on worlds have shown ;
Let us possess one world ; each hath one , and is one .
My face in thine eyes , thine in my appears ,
And true plain hearts do on 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 .
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 .
