Fancy geraniums

I wonder by my troth, what thou, and I
Did, till we love'd? were not wean'd till then?
But suck'd on countrey pleasures, childishly?
Or snorted we in the seaven sleepers den?
'Twas so; But this, all pleasures fancies bee.
If any beauty I did see,
Which I desir'd and got, 'twas but a dreame of thee.

And now good morrow to our waking soules

John Donne