Steer, hither steer your wingèd pines,
All beaten mariners!
Here lie Love's undiscover'd mines,
A prey to passengers-
Perfumes far sweeter than the best
Which make the Phoenix' 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.
For swelling waves our panting breasts,
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.
The Sirens' Song
William Browne
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Poem topics: I miss you, I love you, fear, kiss, never, wing, point, gaze, save, joy, shore, love, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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