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.

by Sir Henry Taylor

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i was lead here by the similarity of the title to the name of a ph friend, elena plotkin. i liked the poem. :)