Come live with me and be my love, <br />And we will all the pleasures prove <br />That valleys, groves, hills, and fields, <br />Woods, or steepy mountain yields. <br />And we will sit upon rocks, <br />Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks, <br />By shallow rivers to whose falls <br />Melodious birds sing madrigals. <br /> <br />And I will make thee beds of roses <br />And a thousand fragrant poises, <br />A cap of flowers, and a kirtle <br />Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle; <br /> <br />A gown made of the finest wool <br />Which from our pretty lambs we pull; <br />Fair lined slippers for the cold, <br />With buckles of the purest gold; <br /> <br />A belt of straw and ivy buds, <br />With coral clasps and amber studs; <br />And if these pleasures may thee move, <br />Come live with me, and be my love. <br /> <br />The shepherds's swains shall dance and sing <br />For thy delight each May morning: <br />If these delights thy mind may move, <br />Then live with me and be my love.<br /><br />Christopher Marlowe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-passionate-shepherd-to-his-love/
