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Come live with me and be my love
The Passionate Shepherd To His Love
Christopher Marlowe (English Dramatist, Spy and Poet)
(1564 - 1593)
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
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 th 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' 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.
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Herbert Nehrlich addition:
And I shall weave from fallen leaves
a crown which in the end deceives
the devil and his Reaper grim,
no sight will fade, no eyes gow dim
On moss you will be resting and
with kisses love and soothe my hand
the sheep? The hounds will care for those
while I go find for you a rose
to place behind you pretty ear
so that from now it too can hear
the whispers of your lover's call
each tone, and PACE*, yes to all,
I thirst for you, please kiss my lips
and bring them close, your sensuous hips,
and let us rest here, in the shade
while thoughts of duty slowly fade.
* the Italian version of course (pronounced Paahtsche)
Herbert Nehrlich
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