Sir Henry Taylor

1800-1886

656.

Elena’s Song

QUOTH tongue of neither maid nor wife
To heart of neither wife nor maid—
Lead we not here a jolly life
Betwixt the shine and shade?

Quoth heart of neither maid nor wife
To tongue of neither wife nor maid—
Thou wagg’st, but I am worn with strife,
And feel like flowers that fade.