The Good-Morrow

by John Donne (1633) — a poem card from Justes Mots

The morning a man realizes everything before this love was only a sleeping, half-real life.

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.
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Themes: love