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I wonder by my troth, what thou and I, Did till wee loud; were wee not weand till then? But suckt on Countrye pleasures Childishly? Or snorted wee in the Seauen sleepers den? Twas soe; But this all pleasures fancies bee If euer anie Beawtye I did see Which I desird, and gott, twas but a Dreame of thee. And now God=morrowe to our wakinge soules Which watch not one another out of feare For loue all loue of other sights controules, And makes one littell roome an euerie where. Let Sea discouerers to new Worlds haue gone, Let Maps to others, Worlds on worlds haue showne Let vs posses our World: each hath one, and is one. My face in thine eye, Thine in myne appeares And trw plaine harts, doe in the faces rest Where cane wee finde two better Hemispheres Without sharpe North, without declyninge west; What ever dies was not mixt equallye: If our two loues bee one, or thou and I Loue soe alike, that none doe slacken, none can die.| |
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