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The Good-morrow
John Donne
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?
’T was so;but this, all pleasures fancies be.
If ever any beauty I did see,
Which I desired, and got, ’t was 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 can slacken, none can die
如果我曾经见过,追寻并且得到过美丽
那全都是——并且仅仅是因为见到梦中的你!
约翰•多恩(John Donne 1572—1631)英国诗人。 |
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