Come live with me and be my love
and we will all the pleasures prove
and if these pleasures may thee move
then live with me and be my love
There will I make thee beds of roses
with a thousand fragrant posies
a cap of flowers and a kirtle
embroidered all with leaves of myrtle
A belt of straw and ivy buds
with coral clasps and amber studs
with grey feather of thy dove
oh live with me and be my love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a nice poem, Tania. Read my ars poetica named, Poetic Sense-1. Thanks.