Текст песни Drink to Me Only - John McCormack

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 honoring 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!