小眼的新世界

The Good Morrow
　　　　　　　　　by John Donne

I wonder by my troth, what thou and I
Did, till we loved? Were we not weaned till then,
But sucked on country pleasures, childishy?
Or shorted we in the seven sleepers den?
'Twas so; but thus, all pleasures fancies be
If ever beauty I did see.
which I desired, and got, 'twas but a dream of thee.

And nowgood morrow to our wakeing souls.
Which watch not one another out of fear;
For love all love of other sighto controls,
And makes one little room an every where.
Let sea-discoverers to new woolds 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 my appears.
And true plain hearts do in the faces rest;
Where can we find two better hemispheres,
Without sharp North, without declining West?
What ever 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.