Friday, March 4, 2011

Wouldn't It Be Loverly

--- a poem and a tune for a happy ending to the week---

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 hills and valleys, dale and field,
And all the craggy mountains yield.

There will we sit upon the rocks
And see the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.

There will I 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 linèd 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.

Thy silver dishes for thy meat
As precious as the gods do eat,
Shall on an ivory table be
Prepared each day for thee and me.

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.

"Wouldn't It Be Loverly"
from My Fair Lady
          Note: would have been loverly to erase
          distractions surrounding the video ---


  1. Both are such sweet folk pastorals, remembrances and invocation of Spring, May-wine, that virginal blush of the first green of the season. Thanks for the reminder that the lyric's renaissance lies in the memory of love we can all sing along to. A nice button for the week - Brendan

  2. A loverly treat, indeed. Thank you.

  3. I love it! A great Friday poem.