Poetry Sunday: The Passionate Shepherd to His Love by Christopher Marlowe

When I first learned to love poetry as a high school student, I was especially enamored of the sonnets of Shakespeare and the poems of Christopher Marlowe. This was one of my favorites then and it remains so. 

The Passionate Shepherd to His Love

by Christopher Marlowe


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 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' 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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