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 not plenty;
Then, come kiss me, sweet and twenty,
Youth's a stuff will not endure.
This poem has inspired many song writers, and for the longest time I couldn't understand why. Not until Matthew Harris enlightened my world with his setting of this poem.
To me this peom sounds like a guy just trying to get in bed with a girl and using whatever words he can to do so. but with a little focus on the right lines, there is an overlying since of true love. I recommend finding a recording of this poem set to music by Matthew Harris. I wish I had the words to describe what I mean.
It really is all about what you see. I saw man-whore and seduction, but Harris saw pure beauty. He saw a couple chasing true love.
Just another testament to "Things may not always be as they seem."
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