The good-morrow, John Donne I wonder by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we lov’d? 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 desir’d, 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 litte room an everywhere. Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have … Continua a leggere Il buongiorno si vede dal mattino