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Song: To my lover

(2007-04-12 20:12:06) 下一个

Drink to me, only with thine eyesAnd 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 riseDoth ask a drink divine:But might I of Jove's nectar supI would not change for thine.I sent thee late a rosy wreath,Not so much honouring theeAs giving it a hope that thereIt could not withered beBut thou thereon didst only breathAnd sent'st it back to me:Since, when it grows and smells, I swear,Not of itself but thee.
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