每天读一点英文:那些年那些诗 25 致西丽娅

Song to Celia
By Ben Johnson

Drink to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss but in the cup,
And I will not look for wine.
The thirst that from the soul doth rise
Doth ask a drink divine;
But I 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.