THE THREE SISTERS
by: Arthur Davison Ficke
(1883-1945)
 ONE are
the three, those sisters rare
- With wonder-lips and eyes ashine.
- One was wise and one was fair,
- And one was mine.
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- 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.
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"The Three Sisters" is
reprinted from The New Poetry: An Anthology. Ed. Harriet
Monroe. New York: Macmillan, 1917. |
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