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 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 poises,
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 may thee move,
Come live with me, and be my love.
The shepherds's 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.
A love poem that can never be forgotten. Marlowe had truly penned down the essence of true love and its feelings in this poem. After all, what's love without passion for your lover....If you go by the flow of the poem, you will find yourself being carried to the heart of the poem which is full of love, desire and the earnest plea of love to be together.....
Head to foot beautification of the lady love by this lover is something naturally beautiful and surely will make any bride accept her lover willingly without fail!
Beautifully conceived and nicely crafted with artistic brilliance.
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks Marvelous imagery as also style of narration and invitation.
And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant poises... Great write ++++10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
My response poem! You seem so charming You seem so strong But what you are offering is wrong Love to you is only temporary Love to me is eternity You only want me till flowers die Not forever by your side With love you cannot forever hide You offer a bed of roses to me Soon they will wither and die Where do I sleep then? Outside on the cold ground? If this love wasn’t temporary If this love was true I would have been glad to have met you But because it’s temporary And not so true, I’ll have to pass this time I’ll say toodaloo