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 might I of Jove's nectar sip
I would not change for thine.

I sent thee late a rosy wreath
Not much so hon'ring thee
As giving it a hope that there
It could not withered be
But thou there on didst only breathe
And sent'st it back to me
Since when it grows and smells, I swear,
Not of itself but thee.