Anika and Rich

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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 can slacken, none can die.