• Illustration based on a love poem "The Good Morrow" by John Donne. Created for Folio Society Competition

    THE GOOD MORROW by 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 our 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.