1I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I
2Did, till we loved? Were we not weaned till then?
3But sucked on country pleasures, childishly?
4Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers’ den?
5’Twas so; but this, all pleasures fancies be.
6If ever any beauty I did see,
7Which I desired, and got, ’twas but a dream of thee.
8And now good-morrow to our waking souls,
9Which watch not one another out of fear;
10For love, all love of other sights controls,
11And makes one little room an everywhere.
12Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone,
13Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown,
14Let us possess one world, each hath one, and is one.
15My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears,
16And true plain hearts do in the faces rest;
17Where can we find two better hemispheres,
18Without sharp north, without declining west?
19Whatever dies, was not mixed equally;
20If our two loves be one, or, thou and I
21Love so alike, that none do slacken, none can die.
1I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I
2Did, till we loved? Were we not weaned till then?
3But sucked on country pleasures, childishly?
4Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers’ den?
5’Twas so; but this, all pleasures fancies be.
6If ever any beauty I did see,
7Which I desired, and got, ’twas but a dream of thee.
8And now good-morrow to our waking souls,
9Which watch not one another out of fear;
10For love, all love of other sights controls,
11And makes one little room an everywhere.
12Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone,
13Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown,
14Let us possess one world, each hath one, and is one.
15My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears,
16And true plain hearts do in the faces rest;
17Where can we find two better hemispheres,
18Without sharp north, without declining west?
19Whatever dies, was not mixed equally;
20If our two loves be one, or, thou and I
21Love so alike, that none do slacken, none can die.
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.
Select any word below to get its definition in the context of the poem. The words are listed in the order in which they appear in the poem.
Richard Burton Reads "The Good-Morrow" — The British actor Richard Burton reads "The Good-Morrow" aloud.
Biography of John Donne — A detailed biography of John Donne from the Poetry Foundation.
The First Edition of Donne's Poems — Images of the first printing of Donne's poems (which were not published until 1633), including an image of "The GoodMorrow."
A Brief Guide to the Metaphysical Poets — A guide to the group of 16th and 17th century poets which Donne lead, the "metaphysical poets."
John Donne and Metaphysical Poetry — A guide to metaphysical poetry from the British Library, with a detailed analysis of "The Good-Morrow."