O Mistress Mine | Shakespeare Lute Song (Twelfth Night)

(Note: As with any AI recreation, occasional small errors in interpretation may occur, but the goal is always faithful revival.) The immortal carpe diem song sung by Feste in Shakespeare’s Twelfth Night (Act II, Scene III). One of the most beautiful love lyrics in the English language, performed here as a pure Renaissance lute ayre exactly as it would have sounded in 1601. Intimate lute and single voice, tender, playful, and fleeting. Full original text below. Subscribe for more hidden gems of the past. [Verse 1] 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. [Refrain] 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. [Verse 2] 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. [Final] O Mistress mine where are you roaming?... Youth's a stuff will not endure. From Echoes of Yesteryear, giving voice once more to the poets and clowns of old England. #OMistressMine #ShakespeareSong #TwelfthNight #RenaissanceLute #ElizabethanMusic #CarpeDiem