THE SISTERS. jealasez dispatches We were two daughters of one race : The wind is blowing in turret and tree. She died she went to burning flame: 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! 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! 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! I rose up in the silent night: I made my dagger sharp and bright. As half-asleep his breath he drew, 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, That Beauty, Good, and Knowledge, are three sisters Living together under the same roof, And he that shuts Love out, in turn shall be THE PALACE OF ART. I BUILT my soul a lordly pleasure-house, I said, 'O Soul, make merry and carouse, A huge crag-platform, smooth as burnish'd brass Suddenly scaled the light. Thereon I built it firm. Of ledge or shelf And 'while the world runs round and round,' I said, 'Reign thou apart, a quiet king, Still as, while Saturn whirls, his stedfast shade Sleeps on his luminous ring.' To which my soul made answer readily: 'Trust me, in bliss I shall abide In this great mansion, that is built for me, Four courts I made, East, West and South and North, In each a squared lawn, wherefrom The golden gorge of dragons spouted forth And round the cool green courts there ran a row And round the roofs a gilded gallery From those four jets four currents in one swell In misty folds, that floating as they fell |