Despite Helen being in vacation mode she still manages to come up trumps and give us our weekly joy of SLS.
This week is “drink”. Never one to refuse a challenge, or a drink, I’ve chosen Ben Johnson’s 1616 poem “Song. To Celia.”
I know what you’re thinking. Has he gone mad? Truth is NO, I’ve always been this way!
If you read the Wikipedia page you will discover that I’m offering you the song Drink to Me Only with Thine Eyes. It has been recorded by many singers but I’m giving you what I consider is the best, by Paul Robeson, with a vastly different one to compare.
I do hope you enjoy them!
|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 honoring thee
As giving it a hope, that there
It could not withered be.
But thou thereon didst only breathe,
And sent’st it back to me;
Since when it grows, and smells, I swear,
Not of itself, but thee.
The alternative is by Laura Wright.