The Sisters

We were two daughters 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 mix'd 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 kiss'd 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;