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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 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 flower, 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’ 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.

9 thoughts on “Marlowe”

  1. Oh, what a wonderful poem I read after a very log time… so many years have passed.
    Do you like Andrew Marvell’s poem ‘To His Coy Mistress’? That’s my all time favourite old English poem.

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