The Sirens' Song

William Browne, of Tavistock

1588 to c.1650

Poem Image
Track 1

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. Take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.

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