Come, live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove Of peace and plenty, bed and board, That chance employment may afford. I'll handle dainties on the docks Ad thou shall read of summer frocks: At evening by the sour canals We'll hope to hear some madrigals. Care on thy maiden brow shall put A wreath of wrinkles, and thy foot Be shod with pain: not silken dress But toil shall tire thy loveliness. Hunger shall make thy modest zone And cheat fond death of all but bone -- If these delights thy mind may move, Then live with me and be my love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE STORM by KATHERINE MANSFIELD ELEGY: THE LAMENT OF EDWARD BLASTOCK; FOR RICHARD ROWLEY by EDITH SITWELL THE SONG OF THE INGENUES by PAUL VERLAINE CHAUCERS WORDES UNTO ADAM, HIS OWN SCRIVEYN by GEOFFREY CHAUCER SONNET: 24. THE STREET by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE WHITE CITY by CLAUDE MCKAY |