The bait (John Liptrot Hatton)
- (Posted 2019-09-02) CPDL #55242:
- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2019-09-02). Score information: A4, 8 pages, 109 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes:
Description: Uses only part of Donne's poem.
Original text and translations
Come live with me, and be my love,
And we will some new pleasures prove
Of golden sands, and crystal brooks,
With silken lines, and silver hooks.
There will the river whispering run
Warm'd by thy eyes, more than the sun;
And there the 'enamour'd fish will stay,
Begging themselves they may betray.
Let others freeze with angling reeds,
And cut their legs with shells and weeds,
Or curious traitors, sleeve-silk flies,
Bewitch poor fishes' wand'ring eyes.
For thee, thou need'st no such deceit,
For thou thyself art thine own bait:
That fish, that is not catch'd thereby,
Alas, is wiser far than I.