by Arlo Bates (1850 - 1918)

Sister fairest, why art thou sighing
Language: English 
Sister fairest, why art thou sighing?
"Dear one, a ring was on my hand;
now in the sea's cold deep 'tis lying,
no diver brings it back to land."

Sister sweetest, why art thou weeping?
"Dear one, a rose bloomed on my tree;
some cruel hand, while I was sleeping,
hath reft my rose away from me."

Sister saddest, why art thou pining?
"Dear one, I had a lover true;
death smote him in my arms reclining.
and I for death am pining too!"

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Researcher for this text: Johann Winkler

This text was added to the website: 2020-04-20
Line count: 12
Word count: 84