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(26 February 1564 - 30 May 1593 / Canterbury, England)

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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 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.

Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002
Edited: Tuesday, December 04, 2012


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  • Valentin Savin (12/5/2013 12:52:00 AM)

    A very nice and touching poem

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  • Bright Morn (12/4/2013 8:42:00 AM)

    a very beautiful poem. the love is felt deep inside heart and the rhythm with its beats

  • Becka Rhodes (11/15/2013 7:31:00 AM)

    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

  • Arnav Gogoi (6/6/2013 1:49:00 AM)

    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.....

  • Gully Ditta (2/28/2013 8:57:00 AM)

    'And a thousand fragrant posies' not 'poises'!

  • Patpet Ogechukwu (12/4/2012 4:23:00 AM)

    wonderfully constructed...........

  • Shahzia Batool (12/4/2012 3:58:00 AM)

    beauty enough to feel on one's pulse!

  • Gajanan Mishra (12/4/2012 3:19:00 AM)

    Very good poem, thanks.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment.

  • Bodhi U (12/4/2011 12:07:00 PM)

    beautiful... celebration of love

  • Sidi Mahtrow (12/4/2010 5:23:00 AM)

    Marlowe escaped to France to avoid sure death in England. It is appropriate to quote a few lines from the Kingston Trio's Rasberries, Strawberries...
    'An old man returns to Paris
    as ev'ry old man must
    He finds the winter winds blow cold
    His dreams have turned to dust...

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