To Celia

Magic by Lajos Gulacsy, c.1907

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 honouring thee,
As giving it a hope, that there
   It could not withered be.
But thou thereon didst only breathe,
   And sent'st back to me:
Since when it grows, and smells, I swear,
   Not of itself, but thee.

-Ben Jonson

Art: Magic by Lajos Gulacsy, c.1907
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