Thomas Dekker

Here you will find the Poem The Invitation of poet Thomas Dekker

The Invitation

LIVE with me still, and all the measures 
Played to by the spheres I'll teach thee; 
Let's but thus daily, all the pleasures 
The moon beholds, her man shall reach thee. 
Dwell in mine arms, aloft we'll hover, 
And see fields of armies fighting: 
Oh, part not from me! I'll discover 
There all but [?] books of fancy's writing. 
Be but my darling, age to free thee 
From her curse, shall fall a-dying; 
Call me thy empress, Time to see thee 
Shall forget his art of flying.