The Passionate Shepherd To His Love

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 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 poises,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroidered 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 shepherds's 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.

by Christopher Marlowe

Comments (46)

Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks Marvelous imagery as also style of narration and invitation.
And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant poises... Great write ++++10
A passionate shepherd indeed! ....Good job done! .
a lovey romantic poem written in a far gone age? but only for the select few who could read it!
Of the finest wool. Thanks for sharing.
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