Poems of John Donne/Volume 1/The Bait

by John Donne

For other versions of this work, see The Bait.

THE BAIT.

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 whisp'ring run
Warm'd by thy^[1] eyes, more than the sun;
And there th' enamour'd^[2] fish will stay^[3],
Begging themselves they may betray.

When thou wilt swim in that live bath,
Each fish, which every channel hath, 10
Will amorously to thee swim,^[4]
Gladder to catch thee, than thou him.

If thou, to be so seen, be'st loth,
By sun or moon, thou dark'nest both,
And if myself^[5] have leave to see,
I need not their light, having thee.

Let others freeze with angling reeds,
And cut their legs with shells^[6] and weeds,
Or treacherously poor fish beset,
With strangling snare^[7], or windowy^[8] net. 20

Let coarse bold hands from slimy nest
The bedded fish in banks out-wrest;
Or^[9] curious traitors, sleeve-silk^[10] flies,
Bewitch poor fishes' wand'ring eyes.^[11]

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.^[12]

 

1. l. 6. 1669, thine
2. l. 7. Walton, enamelled
3. l. 7. 1669, play
4. l. 11. Walton. Most amorously to thee will swim
5. l. 15. Walton, mine eyes
6. l. 18. So 1635, Walton; 1633, which shells
7. l. 20. Walton, snares
8. l. 20. 1669, winding
9. l. 23. Walton, Let
10. l. 23. So 1635; 1633, sleeve sick
11. l. 24. Walton, To witch poor wand'ring fishes' eyes
12. l. 28. Walton, Is wiser far, alas