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.