Marlowe

The portrait supposedly of Christopher Marlowe...

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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