A Response Poem to “The Passionate Shepherd to His Love” by Christopher Marlowe: Entitled “His Loves Reply” By Marie Walker
Now, no my dear tis not the time.
The miles will stay. The wind will chime.
The pleasure is not yet to be
In my dreams, there is you and me
Walking down to sand, sea, and shore.
Stars in your eyes, I love you more.
Yet the ring of the chapel bell;
It bids me stay, just for a spell.
The bed you made, it too can wait
Roses may save another date.
A crown of flowers, a new dress
Not things I need, I do confess.
Nothing fine, I do not question
The small fruits of your profession.
The world you would give if able
Yet I know that is a fable.
No gems around my snowy neck
Just hands to hold and lips to peck
I ask thee, wait to be mine
Now, no my dear, Tis not the time
I’d love to dance again with you
I promise that to you I’m true
A year or two I will be done
Then we may at last live as one
“The Passionate Shepherd to His Love.” The Broadview Anthology of British Literature, by Joseph Black, Broadview Press, 2016.