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Poem by Alfred Tennyson


The Sisters


We were two sisters of one race:
She was the fairest in the face:
        The wind is blowing in turret and tree.
They were together, and she fell;
Therefore revenge became me well.
        O the Earl was fair to see!

She died: she went to burning flame:
She mixd her ancient blood with shame.
        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 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!

I kissd his eyelids into rest:
His ruddy cheek upon my breast.
        The wind is raging in turret and tree.
I hated him with the hate of hell,
But I loved his beauty passing well.
        O the Earl was fair to see!

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 stabbd him thro and thro.
        O the Earl was fair to see!

I curld and combd his comely head,
He lookd so grand when he was dead.
        The wind is blowing in turret and tree.
I wrapt his body in the sheet,
And laid him at his mothers feet.
        O the Earl was fair to see!



Alfred Tennyson


Alfred Tennyson's other poems:
  1. The Cock
  2. To The Rev. F. D. Maurice
  3. The Sailor Boy
  4. The Letters
  5. Hark! The Dogs Howl!


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