Morning, Theresa. 'Twas gorgeous, wasn't it? And also, I notice, a good illustration of how lack of symmetry in no way at all detracts from beauty. I have just been in the basement, previewing vids, and have found one which I think will send you into a frenzy. 'Tis only suitable for after the watershed children are in bed. Will you be here tonight?
And I wondered whether this might have helped Guy or Lovelace in their wooing?
Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That valleys, groves, hills, and fields,
Woods or steepy mountain yields.
And we will sit upon the rocks,
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.
And I will make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle;
A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
Fair lined slippers for the cold,
With buckles of th 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.
The shepherds' 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.