To Celia
Ben Jonson
1572 to 1637
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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Since when it grows, and smells, I swear,
And I will pledge with mine;
Not of itself, but thee.
It could not withered be.
Drink to me only with thine eyes,
I would not change for thine.
Doth ask a drink divine;
The thirst that from the soul doth rise
And I'll not look for wine.
Not so much honouring thee
But might I of Jove's nectar sup,
I sent thee late a rosy wreath,
As giving it a hope, that there
And sent'st it back to me;
Or leave a kiss but in the cup,
But thou thereon didst only breathe,