Sir Henry Taylor.

1800-1886

665   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.