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The Siren's Song

By William Browne

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Steer hither, steer your wingd pines,             All beaten mariners,     Here lie Love's undiscover'd mines,             A prey to passengers;     Perfumes far sweeter than the best     Which makes the Phoenix' 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.     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,     And as he goes about the ring,             We will not miss     To tell each point he nameth with a kiss.     CHORUS.             Then come on shore,     Where no joy dies till love hath gotten more.     The Inner Temple Masque.

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William Browne is a distinguished poet whose works have shaped the landscape of English literature. Their poetry explores the depths of human emotion, nature, love, and philosophical thought through powerful and evocative verse. Readers continue to find solace, inspiration, and beauty in their timeless words.

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