SONG TO CELIA - Samuel Johnson Poems


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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 honouring thee
As giving it a hope, that there
      It could not withered be.
But thou thereon didst only breathe,
      And sent'st it back to me;
Since when it grows, and smells, I swear,
      Not of itself, but thee.