英文诗歌300首 O MISTRESS MINE

O MISTRESS MINE

By William Shakespeare

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.