Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove, That valleys, groves, hills and fields, Woods or steppy mountains yield. And we will sit upon the rocks, Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks By shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals. And will I make thee beds of roses, And a thousand fragrant posies; A cap of flowers 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 thee may 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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MONADNOCK IN EARLY SPRING by AMY LOWELL TWO PROMENADES SENTIMENTALES: 1. RAIN by EDITH SITWELL HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW; IN MEMORIAM by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON LEARNING TO READ by FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER MY VOCATION by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER INLAND SEA by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN CAELIA: SONNETS: 7 by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) FRAGMENT OF AN EPISTLE TO THOMAS MOORE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |