Drink To Me Only

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 might I of love'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 thereon didst only breathe

And sent'st it back to me

Since when it grows and smells, I swear

Not of itself, but thee