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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.
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 mix'd equally; / If our two loves be one, or thou and I / Love so alike that none can slacken, none can die.