Roger Quilter — Drink to me only with thine eyes

Drink to me only with thine eyes And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss within the cup And I'll not ask for wine The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup I would not change for thine I sent thee late a rosy wreath Not so much honouring thee As giving it a hope that there It could not withered be But thou thereon didst only breathe And send'st it back to me: Since when it grows, and smells, I swear Not of itself, but thee