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