A stanza for my bride.

from The Good-Morrow by John Donne

I wonder by my troth, what thou and I

Did, till we loved ? were we not wean’d till then?

But suck’d 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.


About Brian Phillips

Brian lives in Spain with Kassie and their kids.
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One Response to A stanza for my bride.

  1. Kassie says:

    Thank you – I’m glad to dream of/with you.
    I love you.

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