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