A Christopher Marlowe Poem

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. ________________ 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.