雙語(yǔ)·英美愛(ài)情詩(shī)歌選 29　早安

29. 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?

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 others, 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.