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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 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 flowers and a kirtle
Embroider'd 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 shepherd 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!.
I ??? IT !!!
Bare Hugs !!!
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Best Answer - Chosen by Asker:
Beauty and coffee!.!.!.the best of the best this early! morn!.!.!.thanks, rooster!Www@QuestionHome@Com
I read this in college and did not really appreciate it as I do now!. Thanks for the reminder!Www@QuestionHome@Com
I also like 'The Return,' Edna St!. Vincent Millay in The Oxford Book of American Verse:
Earth does not understand her child,
Who from the loud gregarious town
Returns, depleted and defiled,
To the still woods, to fling him down!.
Earth can not count the sons she bore:
The wounded lynx, the wounded man
Come trailing blood unto her door;
She shelters both as best she can!.
But she is early up and out,
To trim the year or strip its bones;
She has no time to stand about
Talking of him in undertones!.
Who has no aim but to forget,
Be left in peace, by lying thus
For days, for years, for centuries yet
Unshaven and anonymous;
Who, marked for failure, dulled by grief,
Has traded in his wife and friend
For this warm ledge, this alder leaf:
Comfort that does not comprehend!.Www@QuestionHome@Com
Sir Walter Raleigh penned this offering, entitled:
"Her Reply"
"If all the world and love were young,
And truth in every shepherd's tongue,
These pretty pleasures might me move
To live with thee and be thy Love!.
But Time drives flocks from field to folds;
When rivers rage and rocks grow cold;
And Philomel becometh dumb;
The rest complains of cares to come!.
The flowers do fade, and wanton fields
To wayward Winter reckoning yields:
A honey tongue, a heart of gall,
Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall!.
The gown, thy shoes, thy beds of roses,
Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies,
Soon break, soon wither --soon forgotten,
In folly ripe, in season rotten!.
Thy belt of straw and ivy-buds,
Thy coral clasps and amber studs, --
All these in me no means can move
To come to thee and be thy Love,
But could youth last, and love still breed,
Had joys no date, nor age no need,
Then these delights my mind might move
To live with thee and be thy Love!."Www@QuestionHome@Com
Yes and I also like "The Bait" by John Donne:
Come live with me, and be my love,
And we will some new pleasures prove
Of golden sands, and crystal brooks,
With silken lines and silver hooks!.
There will the river whisp'ring run
Warm'd by thy eyes, more than the sun ;
And there th' enamour'd fish will stay,
Begging themselves they may betray!.
When thou wilt swim in that live bath,
Each fish, which every channel hath,
Will amorously to thee swim,
Gladder to catch thee, than thou him!.
If thou, to be so seen, be'st loth,
By sun or moon, thou dark'nest both,
And if myself have leave to see,
I need not their light, having thee!.
Let others freeze with angling reeds,
And cut their legs with shells and weeds,
Or treacherously poor fish beset,
With strangling snare, or windowy net!.
Let coarse bold hands from slimy nest
The bedded fish in banks out-wrest ;
Or curious traitors, sleeve-silk flies,
Bewitch poor fishes' wand'ring eyes!.
For thee, thou need'st no such deceit,
For thou thyself art thine own bait :
That fish, that is not catch'd thereby,
Alas ! is wiser far than I!.
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