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 sup
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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