The Good Morrow; Im Meleth Ich

One of my favourite poems by John Donne...


I wonder by my torth, 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 sleeper's 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 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 mix'd equally;
If our two loves be one, or, thou and I
Love so alike, that none do slacken, none can die.

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Here's something else that means a lot to me...


Im galu i erin im radma ich
Im anir nin rane es ich
Hi a an oiale etel ha no enni
Na suir lene enni ereb
Ped ich meleth enni miuva
A to ich tath cuiale
Etel ha no enni


~A.M.