C.D. Warner, et al., comp.
The Library of the World’s Best Literature. An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.
Song of the Sirens
By William Browne (c. 1590–c. 1645)
From ‘The Inner Temple Masque’
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All beaten mariners!
Here lie love’s undiscovered mines,
A prey to passengers:
Perfumes far sweeter than the best
Which make the Phœnix’s urn and nest.
Fear not your ships,
Nor any to oppose you save our lips,
But come on shore,
Where no joy dies till love hath gotten more.
Where never storms arise,
Exchange, and be awhile our guests:
For stars, gaze on our eyes.
The compass love shall hourly sing,
And as he goes about the ring,
We will not miss
To tell each point he nameth with a kiss,
Then come on shore,
Where no joy dies till love hath gotten more.