I WONDER by my troth , what thou and I

Did , till we loved ? Were we not wean’d till then ?

But suck’d 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 .

‘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-discoverers to new worlds have gone ;

Let map to other , worlds on worlds have shown ;

Let us possess one world ; each hath one , and is one .

Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone ;

Let map to other , worlds on worlds have shown ;

Let us possess one world ; each hath one , and is one .

My face in thine eyes , thine in my appears ,

And true plain hearts do on the faces rest ;

Where can we find two better hemispheres

Without sharp north , without declining west ?

Whatever dies , was not mix’d equally ;

If our two loves be one , or thou and I

Love so alike that none can slacken , none can die .

Whatever dies , was not mix’d equally ;

If our two loves be one , or thou and I

Love so alike that none can slacken , none can die .