Good Morrow

I wonder, by my truth, 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 sead discoveries to new worlds have gone,
Let maps to others, worlds on worlds have shown,
Let us possess our 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.

by John Donne

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My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears And true plain hearst do in the faces rest Where can we find two better hemispheres Without sharp North, without declining West? - - -What better lines are there to describe the purity and depth of love!
As fresh today as yesterday. One of my favorite poets. He's simply great, and outlasts time. Reminds me of Pablo Neruda in his love poems, it's the magic stream of consciousness passing thru the centuries, and so dearly shared by all lovers of true vein. This the wonderful link of our human chain, as in sunsets, sunrises, birth and death, we are all one. Greatness uplifts the soul and heart, and love is the supreme master/mistress al all time, for it belongs to everyone. Panmelys
love so alike, very fine, none can die, true.
I like the theme as well as the simple diction and paraphrasing used. An excellent poem many can enjoy.
There are a few mistakes in the poem, typing errors I guess.
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