Lest their shrill happy laughter come to me
Walking the cold and starless road of Death
Uncomforted, leaving my ancient love
With the Greek woman. I will rise and go
Down into Troy, and ere the stars come forth
Talk with the wild Cassandra, for she says
A fire dances before her, and a sound
Rings ever in her ears of armed men.
What this may be I know not, but I know
That, wheresoe'er I am by night and day,
All earth and air seem only burning fire."

THE SISTERS.

-I.

We were two daughters of one race:

She was the fairest in the face:

:

The wind is blowing in turret and tree.

They were together, and she fell;
Therefore revenge became me well.

O the Earl was fair to see !

II.

She died she went to burning flame :

:

She mix'd her ancient blood with shame.

The wind is howling in turret and tree. Whole weeks and months, and early and late,

To win his love I lay in wait:

O the Earl was fair to see!

III.

I made a feast; I bad him come :

I won his love, I brought him home.

The wind is roaring in turret and tree. And after supper, on a bed,

Upon my lap he laid his head :

O the Earl was fair to see!

IV.

I kiss'd his eyelids into rest :

His ruddy cheek upon my breast.

The wind is raging in turret and tree.

I hated him with the hate of hell,

But I loved his beauty passing well.

O the Earl was fair to see!

V.

I rose up in the silent night :

I made my dagger sharp and bright.

The wind is raving in turret and tree.

As half-asleep his breath he drew,

Three times I stabb'd him thro' and thro'.

O the Earl was fair to see!

VI.

I curl'd and comb'd his comely head,

He look'd so grand when he was dead.

The wind is blowing in turret and tree. I wrapt his body in the sheet,

And laid him at his mother's feet.

O the Earl was fair to see !

ΤΟ

WITH THE FOLLOWING POEM.

I SEND you here a sort of allegory,
(For you will understand it) of a soul,
A sinful soul possess'd of many gifts,
A spacious garden full of flowering weeds,
A glorious Devil, large in heart and brain,
That did love Beauty only, (Beauty seen
In all varieties of mould and mind)

And Knowledge for its beauty; or if Good,

Good only for its beauty, seeing not

That Beauty, Good, and Knowledge, are three sisters

That doat upon each other, friends to man,

Living together under the same roof,

And never can be sunder'd without tears.