The Sirens' Song
William Browne, of Tavistock
1588 to c.1650
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Steer, hither steer your winged pines,
All beaten mariners!
Here lie Love's undiscover'd mines,
A prey to passengers—
Perfumes far sweeter than the best
Which make the Phoenix' urn and nest.
Fear not your ships,
Nor ______ to oppose you save our lips;
But come ______ shore,
Where no joy dies till Love hath gotten more.
For swelling waves our panting breasts,
Where never ______ arise,
Exchange, and be awhile our guests:
For ______ gaze on our eyes.
The compass Love shall hourly sing,
And as he goes about the ring,
We ______ not miss
To tell each point he nameth with ______ kiss.
—Then come on shore,
Where no joy ______ till Love hath gotten more.