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 love’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.