TESTO DEL LIED"The Sirens Song"
di William Browne (1591-c1643)
Steer hither, steer your winged pines,
Here lie Love's undiscovered mines,
A prey to passengers;
Perfumes far sweeter than the best
Which make 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 shall not miss To tell each point he nameth with a kiss, Then come on shore, Where no joy dies till love hath gotten more.