Dark Poetry #1 |
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star83 Junior Member
since 2000-02-27
Posts 26SD |
To Celia; Drink to Me Only (1616) by Benjamin Jonson 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 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, As giving it a hope, that there It could not whithered 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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danni Senior Member
since 1999-11-20
Posts 688wisconsin |
i cam see why you like it so. absolutely beautiful! |
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