Elena's Song

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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