547. The Good-morrow by John Donne

Published: March 7, 2010, 2:01 p.m.

b"J Donne read by Classic Poetry Aloud:\\nhttp://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/\\n\\nGiving voice to the poetry of the past.\\n \\n---------------------------------------------\\n\\nThe Good-morrow \\nby John Donne (1572 \\u2013 1631)\\n\\nI wonder by my troth, what thou, and I \\nDid, till we lov'd? were we not wean'd till then? \\nBut suck'd on countrey pleasures, childishly? \\nOr snorted we in the seaven sleepers den? \\nT'was so; But this, all pleasures fancies bee. \\nIf ever any beauty I did see, \\nWhich I desir'd, and got, t'was but a dreame of thee. \\n \\nAnd now good morrow to our waking soules, \\nWhich watch not one another out of feare; \\nFor love, all love of other sights controules, \\nAnd makes one little roome, an every where. \\nLet sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone, \\nLet Maps to other, worlds on worlds have showne, \\nLet us possesse one world, each hath one, and is one. \\n \\nMy face in thine eye, thine in mine appeares, \\nAnd true plaine hearts doe in the faces rest, \\nWhere can we finde two better hemispheares \\nWithout sharpe North, without declining West? \\nWhat ever dyes, was not mixt equally; \\nIf our two loves be one, or, thou and I \\nLove so alike, that none doe slacken, none can die. \\n \\nFor hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index.\\n \\nReading \\xa9 Classic Poetry Aloud 2008"