Death & Dying
The Three Sisters
From Modern American Poetry (1921)
Death & Dying
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.
Cite this poem
MLA
Ficke, Arthur Davison. “The Three Sisters.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/ficke/1/.
Chicago
Ficke, Arthur Davison. “The Three Sisters.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/ficke/1/.
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