When maiden loves, she sits and sighs, <br />She wanders to and fro; <br />Unbidden tear-drops fill her eyes, <br />And to all questions she replies, <br />With a sad heigho! <br />'Tis but a little word - "heigho!" <br />So soft, 'tis scarcely heard - "heigho!" <br />An idle breath - <br />Yet life and death <br />May hang upon a maid's "heigho!" <br /> <br />When maiden loves, she mopes apart, <br />As owl mopes on a tree; <br />Although she keenly feels the smart, <br />She cannot tell what ails her heart, <br />With its sad "Ah me!" <br />'Tis but a foolish sigh - "Ah me!" <br />Born but to droop and die - "Ah me!" <br />Yet all the sense <br />Of eloquence <br />Lies hidden in a maid's "Ah me!"<br /><br />WS Gilbert<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ah-me-2/
