THE SISTERS. 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 : The wind is raging in turret and tree. I rose up in the silent night: I made my dagger sharp and bright. I curl'd and comb'd his comely head, 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 That doat upon each other, friends to man, 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, 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: In this great mansion, that is built for me, Four courts I made, East, West and South and North, 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 |