Well, though it is February in Tennessee, it doesn't exactly feel like it. We got to sit outside and do our Carpe Diem poetry, which was quite nice. After that, there were some very clever poems written after Marlowe's "The Passionate Shepherd to His Love" and Sir Walter Raleigh's "The Nymph's Reply". Here are a few:
Nymph's Reply
by Varya
Oh my shepherd, oh my love
You are mine that's sent from up above
I see that you're calling me
And without a doubt I will come with thee
I would love to sit with you upon the rocks
And see all the shepherds feed their flocks
I will lie with you on that bed of roses
and smell these lovely thousand posies.
I will wear that gown that's made of wool
which from your pretty lambs you pull.
And we will live and stay together
for every month, through every weather.
Shepherd's Reply
by JC
But why do you say this, I don't understand
I told you I'd make you a dress and more.
Why would you rather stay where you are so poor?
We would be living the life together.
If you don't like roses, we can lay on feathers.
Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you.
No matter what it is, I'll even make the grass blue.
There is no reason for you not to come here,
To be with me for eternity, don't listen to your peer.
I ask you one last time, come be with me.
For when you come I take out the good glasses to have a cup of tea.
So please, o please, come live on my land.
Shepherd's Reply
by Heath
I was wrong to think you're my love
No longer will I offer you anything
No valleys, groves, hills, fields,
Woods, nor steepy mountain yields.
Never will we sit upon the rocks
And watch the shepherd tend his flock
Nor sleep on beds of roses
and certainly no buckles of pure gold.
I wish you luck in finding your love
One that will give all that I would.
I will delight in each day of not seeing you
Do not come live with me, you are not my love.
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