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 look for wine.
The thirst that in my 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 honoring thee,
As giving it a horn, that there
It would not withered be.
But thou thereon didst only breathe,
And sent it back to me;
Since then it grows and smells, I swear,
Not of itself-but thee!