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.
Good morrow is an archaic form of good morning. The conjunction ‘And’ gives emphasis to the happiness of the present moment. It is not only their bodies that awaken, but their inner lives. Love is more than physical union. 
 This could also refer back to the  Seven Sleepers' den  in the previous stanza.
The Good Morrow