wreath – Robin’s Nest

To Celia

by Ben Jonson 1572-1637 Drink to me, only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss within the cup, And I’ll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise, Doth ask a drink divine: But might I if Jove’s nectar sup, I would not change forContinue reading “To Celia”

Bridal Ballad

by Edgar Allan Poe The ring is on my hand, And the wreath is on my brow, Satins and jewels grand Are all at my command, And I am happy now. And my lord he loves me well; But, when first he breathed his vow, I felt my bosom swell — For the words rangContinue reading “Bridal Ballad”