Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, FESTE'S SONG (1), FR. TWELFTH NIGHT, by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE



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FESTE'S SONG (1), FR. TWELFTH NIGHT, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: O mistress mine, where are you roaming?
Last Line: Youth's stuff will not endure.
Subject(s): Carpe Diem; Holidays; Love; Valentine's Day; Youth


O mistress mine, where are you roaming?
Oh, stay and hear; your true love's coming,
That can sing both high and low.
Trip no further, pretty sweeting;
Journeys end in lovers meeting,
Every wise man's son doth know.

What is love? 'Tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter'
What's to come is still unsure.
In delay there lies no plenty,
Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty;
Youth's stuff will not endure.





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