The Three Sisters
1883-1945
Gone are the three, those sisters rare
With wonder-lips and eyes ashine.
One was wise and one was fair,
And one was mine.
Ye mourners, weave for the sleeping hair
Of only two, your ivy vine.
For one was wise and one was fair,
But one was mine.
DayPoems Poem No. 1504
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/1504.html">The Three Sisters by Arthur Davison Ficke</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
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