“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.”

 

“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.”
The Good-Morrow
by John Donne  1572-1631
 http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/john-donne

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