Poem of the day – The Good-Morrow by John Donne I WONDER by my troth, what thou and IDid, 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.And now ...
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