Sir Henry Taylor
Elena's Song - Poem by Sir Henry Taylor
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.
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