William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Elizabethan Verse. 1907. Song of the Siren
By William Browne (c. 1590c. 1645)
S TEER 1 hither, steer your wingèd pines,
All beaten mariners!
Here lie Loves undiscoverd mines.
A prey to passengers;
Perfumes far sweeter than the best 5
Which make the Phnix 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. 10
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, 15
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. 20
The opening song from Note 1. The Inner Temple Masque, Presented by the Gentlemen there, January 13, 1614. Printed in 1772, by Thomas Davies, in his ed. of Browne on the authority of a MS. in the library of Emmanuel College, Cambridge. [ back]