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