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The Bait
John Donne (1572 - 1631)
Come
live with me and be my love
And we will all the pleasures prove
That valleys, groves, hills and fields,
Woods, or sleepy 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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