ALL THE THINGS YOU ARE
Oscar Hammerstein II 1895-1960
Time and again I've longed for adventure
Something to make my heart beat much faster
What did I long for, I never really knew.
Finding your love, I found my adventure,
Touching your hand my heart beat much faster
All that I want in all of this world is you.
You are the promised kiss of springtime
That makes the lonely winter seem long
You are the breathless hush of evening
That trembles on the brink of a lovely song.
You are the angel glow that lights the star,
The dearest things I know are what you are.
Someday my happy arms will hold you,
And someday I'll know that moment divine
When all the things you are, are mine.
-o0o-
THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE
Christopher Marlowe 1564-1593
Come live with me and be my Love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That hills and valleys, dale and field,
And all the craggy mountains yield.
There will we sit upon the rocks
And see the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.
There will I make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle.
A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty lambs we pull,
Fair linèd 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.
Thy silver dishes for thy meat
As precious as the gods do eat,
Shall on an ivory table be
Prepared each day for thee and me.
The shepherd 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.
-o0o-
William Wordsworth 1770-1850
Sweet Garden-orchard! of all spots that are
The loveliest surely man hath ever found.
Farewell! we leave thee to heaven's peaceful care.
Thee and the cottage which thou dost surround -
Dear Spot! whom we have watched with tender heed,
Bringing thee chosen plants and blossoms blown
Among the distant mountains, flower and weed
Which thou hast taken to thee as thy own -
O happy Garden! loved for hours of sleep,
O quiet Garden! loved for waking hours.
For soft half-slumbers that did gently steep
Our spirits, carrying with them dreams of flowers.
Sweet Garden-orchard! of all spots that are
The loveliest surely man hath ever found.
Farewell! we leave thee to heaven's peaceful care.
Thee and the cottage which thou dost surround -
Dear Spot! whom we have watched with tender heed,
Bringing thee chosen plants and blossoms blown
Among the distant mountains, flower and weed
Which thou hast taken to thee as thy own -
O happy Garden! loved for hours of sleep,
O quiet Garden! loved for waking hours.
For soft half-slumbers that did gently steep
Our spirits, carrying with them dreams of flowers.
-o0o-
THE MARKET GIRL
THE MARKET GIRL
Thomas Hardy 1840-1928
Nobody took any notice of her
as she stood on the causey kerb,
All eager to sell her honey and apples
and bunches of garden herb;
And if she had offered to give her wares
and herself with them too that day,
I doubt if a soul would have cared
to take a bargain so choice away.
But chancing to trace her sunburnt grace
that morning as I passed nigh,
I went and I said "Poor maidy dear!
--and will none of the people buy?"
And so it began; and soon we knew
what the end of it all must be,
And I found that though no others had bid,
a prize had been won by me.
-o0o-
as she stood on the causey kerb,
All eager to sell her honey and apples
and bunches of garden herb;
And if she had offered to give her wares
and herself with them too that day,
I doubt if a soul would have cared
to take a bargain so choice away.
But chancing to trace her sunburnt grace
that morning as I passed nigh,
I went and I said "Poor maidy dear!
--and will none of the people buy?"
And so it began; and soon we knew
what the end of it all must be,
And I found that though no others had bid,
a prize had been won by me.
-o0o-
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