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.