O Mistress Mine Where are you Roaming?

O Mistress mine where are you roaming?
O 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 a stuff will not endure.

OUR WILL

2 comments:

Christopher said...

Oh! So pleased to see such an old friend - I set this poem to music for SATB with piano accompaniment to be sung at J.'s and my wedding a couple of years ago. I wish I had the means of reproducing it here, but that's far beyond me at present.

Thank you!

Mel said...

Wow---

The poem AND that Christopher had it sung at the wedding AND did the piano accompaniment (well, maybe not himself BUT...still WOW!!).

:-)