Dec 21, 2009

Song: To Celia | Text of the Poem

Drink to me only with thine eyes, 

And I will pledge with mine: 

Or leave a kiss but in the cup, 

And I'll not look for wine.

The thirst that from the soul doth rise 5

Doth ask a drink divine 

But might I of Jove's nectar sup, 

I would not change for thine.

I sent thee late a rosy wreath, 

Not so much honoring thee, 10

As giving hope that there 

It could not withered be 

But thou thereto didst only breathe

And sent it back to me;

Since when it grows and smells, I swear, 15

Not of itself, but...