The Passionate Shepherd To His Love
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
the
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
posies,
A
cap
of
flowers
and
a
kirtle
Embroider'd
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
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.
