THE SISTERS. I. We were two daughters of one race : The wind is blowing in turret and tree. O the Earl was fair to see! II. 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! III. I made a feast; I bade 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! IV. I kissed his eyelids into rest: O the Earl was fair to see! V. I rose up in the silent night: I made my dagger sharp and bright. The wind is raving in turret and tree. As half-asleep his breath he drew, Three times I stabbed him through and through. O the Earl was fair to see! VI. I curled and combed his comely head, The wind is blowing in turret and tree. And laid him at his mother's feet. VOL. I. O the Earl was fair to see! 9 TO WITH THE FOLLOWING POEM. I SEND you here a sort of allegory, And Knowledge for its beauty; or if Good, That Beauty, Good, and Knowledge, are three sisters Living together under the same roof, And never can be sundered without tears. 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 burnished brass, |