DRINK
TO ME ONLY
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 so much hon'ring
thee
As giving it a
hope that there
It could not withered
be;
But thou thereon
did'st 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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