And all the craggy mountains yields There will be air upon the rocks, And see the shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow rivers, by whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals.
There will I make thee a bed of roses, With a thousand fragrant petals, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle.
A belt of stars and ivy buds, With coral clasps and saber studs; And if htese pleasures may thee move, Then live with me and be my love. ~Shakespeare |