Amedeo - The Good-Morrow (1590) by John Donne Lyrics

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 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

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
If our two loves be one, or, thou and I
Love so alike, that none do slacken, none can die