There was a strife

There was a strife 'twixt man and maid—
Oh, that was at the birth of time!
But what befell 'twixt man and maid, 
Oh, that's beyond the grip of rhyme.
'Twas, "Sweet, I must not bide with you," 
And "Love, I cannot bide alone"; 
For both were young and both were true, 
And both were hard as the nether stone.
                                                   Auchinleck’s Ride

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