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| | | 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? |
| 5 | | ’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. |
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| | | And now good morrow to our waking souls, |
| | | Which watch not one another out of fear; |
| 10 | | For love, all love of other sights controls, |
| | | And makes one little room, an everywhere. |
| | | Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone, |
| | | Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown, |
| | | Let us possess one world, each hath one, and is one. |
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| 15 | | 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; |
| 20 | | If our two loves be one, or, thou and I |
| | | Love so alike, that none do slacken, none can die. |
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Contributed by Robert Clark.
