Witch-Wife
Sheis neither pink nor pale,And she never will be all mine;She learned her hands in a fairy-tale,And her mouth on a valentine.She has more hair than she needs;In the sun ’tis a woe to me!And her voice is a string of coloured beads,Or steps leading into the sea.She loves me all that she can,And her ways to my ways resign;But she was not made for any man,And she never will be all mine.
Sheis neither pink nor pale,And she never will be all mine;She learned her hands in a fairy-tale,And her mouth on a valentine.She has more hair than she needs;In the sun ’tis a woe to me!And her voice is a string of coloured beads,Or steps leading into the sea.She loves me all that she can,And her ways to my ways resign;But she was not made for any man,And she never will be all mine.
Sheis neither pink nor pale,And she never will be all mine;She learned her hands in a fairy-tale,And her mouth on a valentine.
She has more hair than she needs;In the sun ’tis a woe to me!And her voice is a string of coloured beads,Or steps leading into the sea.
She loves me all that she can,And her ways to my ways resign;But she was not made for any man,And she never will be all mine.