Drink To Me
Only With Thine Eyes Drink to me only with thine eyes And I will pledge with mine Or leave a kiss within the cup And I'll not ask for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine But might I of Jove's nectar sip I would not change for thine. I sent thee late a rosy wreath Not much so hon'ring thee As giving it a hope that there It could not withered be But thou there on didst only breathe And sent'st it back to me Since when it grows and smells, I swear, Not of itself but thee. |
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