Drink to me only…
4. juni 2018Drink 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 sip,
I would not change for thine.
I sent thee late a rosy wreath,
Not so much hon’ring thee
As giving it a hope that there
It could not withered be;
But thou thereon did’st only breathe,
And sent’st it back to me,
Since when it grows and smells, I swear
Not of itself, but thee.
Varmen kalder på kolde drikke. Men det er nok en mere sofistikeret, ja guddommelig drik , Johnny Cash synger om i den ældgamle sang “DRink to me only with thyne eyes”, der daterer sig helt tilbage til 1616. Jeg har vist haft den fremme før – også i Cashs udgave – men den holder og fortjener et genhør, hver gang associationerne trækker i den.
