THE SINGING WOMAN

There was a singing woman

Came riding across the mead

At the time of the mild May weather,

Tameless, tireless;

This song she sung: “I am fair, I am young!”

And many turned to heed.

And the same singing woman

Sat crooning in her need

At the time of the winter weather;

Friendless, fireless,

She sang this song: “Life, thou'rt too long!”

And there was none to heed.