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 night 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 hope that there

It could not withered be;

But thou there on did't only breathe

And sent'st back to me,

Since when it grows and smells, I swear,

Not of itself, but thee.



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Words by Ben Johnson in 1616. The origin of the tune is unknown,

but traces back to at least 1770.

recorded by Deller Consort on Westron Wind

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