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

Comments (7)

If this is yr poetic style im sorry but u aint very gud... Although keep writting ull get gud someday.... :) And its a goodthing yr writing caz poetry is for everyone... :)
ATTENTION.....THESE ARE NOT MY POEM PAGES...PLEASE EXIT & TYPE MY NAME IN AS FRANK JAMES RYAN JR....AND CLICK THE NAME THAT HAS THE 70+ WORKS/POEMS I HAVE ASKED FOR THESE 3 MIS-POSTS TO BE DELETED FOR THE PAST 3 YEARS, NOW! YET HERE THEY STILL ARE.....THANK YOU....FJR
Great poem Frank. That bunker, as like this poem, has great conTENts. God bless us all-MJG.
As always, the location must be undisclosed. Fine poem, Frank!
* YAWNS * boreing poetry
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