|The Passionate Shepherd to his Love |
by Christopher Marlowe
Come live with me and be my Love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That hills and valleys, dales and fields,
Or woods or steepy mountain yields.
And we will sit upon the rocks,
And see the Shepherds feed their flocks
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds singing madrigals.
And I will make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies:
A cup of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle
A gown made of finest wool
Which from the pretty lambs we will 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 the move,
Come live with me and be my Love.
The shepherds 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.