Come live with me and be my love,
That valleys, groves, hills, and fields,
Woods, or steepy mountain yields.
And we will sit upon rocks,Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.
And I will make thee beds of rosesAnd a thousand fragrant poises,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle;
A gown made of the finest woolWhich from our pretty lambs we pull;
Fair lined slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold;
With coral clasps and amber studs;
If these delights thy mind may move,
Imagery
Point of view- First person
Alliteration
Assonance
Consonance
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