The Three Sisters

By Arthur Davison Ficke

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
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