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