The Passionate Shepherd To His Love
by Christopher Marlowe (1564-1593)
Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the
pleasures prove,
That valleys, groves, hills, and fields,
Woods, or
steepy mountain yields.
And we will sit upon the rocks,
Seeing the shepherds
feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds
sing madrigals.
And I will make thee beds of roses,
And a thousand
fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers and a kirtle
Embroider'd all with
leaves of myrtle:
A gown made of the finest wool,
Which from our pretty
lambs we pull;
Fair lined slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the
purest gold:
A belt of straw and ivy buds,
With coral clasps and
amber studs;
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me
and be my love.
The shepherd swains shall dance and sing
For thy
delight each May morning;
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then
live with me and be my love.
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