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 there on did'st only breathe
And sent'st it back to me
Since when it grows, and smells, I swear
爱上海
Not of itself. but thee
用你的眼神来同我干杯
我也用我的来为你祝酒
要么就只在杯中留下一个吻
我将不再把美酒追寻
那种渴望从我的灵魂升起
渴望着啜饮这神圣的一杯
纵然给我天神的玉液琼浆
要换取你的一滴我也不肯
我曾赠你玫瑰花环
不是为把我的敬意达传
只求它把希望承载
但愿它永不枯败
你对它轻吐芳息
后又将它归还
从此它便蓬勃，芳香
但我确信，是你令它这般卓越绝然
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