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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INVOCATION by LOUIS UNTERMEYER A DOUBLE BALLAD OF GOOD COUNSEL by FRANCOIS VILLON THE SOUTH COUNTRY by HILAIRE BELLOC THE WORLD-SOUL by RALPH WALDO EMERSON IN HOSPITAL: 28. DISCHARGED by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY SONNET: ENGLAND by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |