SPRING FARM UPDATE: These delights thy mind may move…
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 compost heaps,
Seeing the mud well up knee-deep,
By The Swift River to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.
And I will make thee beds of sprouts
And a thousand jars of sauerkraut,
A cap of flowers, and a pillow
Embroidered all with leaves of willow;
A pile made of a hundred sticks
Which from our pretty grass we pull;
Fair lined hammock for the lawn,
With sturdy seams made of teflon;
Bags of barley, oats, and wheat,
Organic labels and free-range meat;
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me, and be my love.
Our cats shall scratch and yawn
For thy delight each April morn:
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my love.
Christopher Marlowe, 1599 (revised by Robin McDowell, 2010)
Interesting post. I have made a twitter post about this. My friends will enjoy reading it also.