I wonder, by my troth, what you and I
Did, till we loved? Where 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 sea-discovers to new worlds have gone,
Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown,
Let us posses one world; each hath one, and is one.
My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears,
And true plain hearts do in he 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.
