Tuesday, June 24, 2008

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
That hills and valleys, dales and
Or woods or steepy mountain

And we will sit upon the rocks,
And see the shepherds feed
their flocks
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.

And I will make beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies;
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroidered all with 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 move,
Come live with me and by my Love.

The shepherd swains shall dance and sing
For delight each May morning-
If these delights mind may move,
Then live with me and be my Love.

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