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The Nymph's Reply To The Passionate Shepherd
Walter Raleigh

If all the world and love were young,
And truth in every shepherd's tongue.
These pretty pleasures might me move
To live with thee, and be thy love.

But Time drives flocks from field to fold;
When rivers rage and rocks grow cold;
And Philomel becomes dumb;
The rest complains of times to come.

The flowers do fade, and wanton fields
To wayward Winter reckoning yields:
A honey tongue, a heart of gall,
Is fancy's Spring, but sorrows fail.

Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses,
Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies,
Soon break, soon wither, -soon forgotten,
In folly ripe, in reason rotton.

Thy belt of straw and ivy-buds,
Thy coral clasps and amber studs,-
All these in me no means can move
To come to thee and be thy love.

But could youth last, and love still breed,
Had joys no date, nor age no need,
Then these delights my mind might move
To live with thee and be thy love.

 

The Passionate Shepherd To His Love


Walter Raleigh

     

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