Poetry Month- Feste's Song from Twelfth Night

In honor of the performance of Twelfth Night I saw last weekend, I decided that my first submission for Poetry Month should be one of the songs that Feste, the jester, sings in the play.

From Act II, Scene iii:

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.
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