Poems (Tennyson, 1833)/The Sisters
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THE SISTERS
I.We were two daughters of one race: She was the fairest in the face: The wind is blowing in turret an' tree.They were together, and she fell; Therefore revenge became me well. O the Earl was fair to see!
II.She died: she went to burning flame: She mixed her ancient blood with shame. The wind is howling in turret an' 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 bad him come: I won his love, I brought him home. The wind is roaring in turret an' 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; His ruddy cheek upon my breast. The wind is raging in turret an' tree.I hated him with the hate of hell, But I loved his beauty passing well. O the Earl was fair tu see!
V.I rose up in the silent night: I made my dagger sharp and bright. The wind is raving in turret an' 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, He looked so grand when he was dead. The wind is blowing in turret an' tree.I wrapped his body in the sheet, And laid him at his mother's feet. O the Earl was fair to see!