I
wonder by my troth, 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 every where. Let sea-discoverers to new worlds
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
mine appears, And true plain hearts do in the faces rest, Where can we find tow 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. |
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