THREE SISTERS.[1]
Three fountains clear as crystal spring
In one secluded garden-plot;
In shade and shelter of one cot
Three sister-doves are harbouring.
Adown one pathway hand in hand
Three Sister-Graces wend their way;
I shall not soon forget the day
I met with them in fairy land.
They dawned, I know not how or whence:
A halo circling round the head
Of each, whereby transfigurèd
They clomb the bill of frankincense.
I know not whence or how, they bloomed:
Each sweeter than the sweetest rose
That in the haunted garden grows
Where burns the bush still unconsumed.
And one is like a rising sun
When dewy Morn unveils her eyes;
And one is as Minerva wise;
And very lily-like is one.
And all are dear. I seem to see
The weaving of a three fold cord—
To hear a softly whispered word,
’Love makes a unity of three.’