Long years agone! the old man said,
’Twas told him by his grandsire dead,
One day two ancient sisters came,
None there could tell their race or name.
Their speech was not in Cornish phrase,
Their garb had marks of loftier days;
Slight food they took from hands of men,
They wither’d slowly in that glen.
One died! the other’s shrunken eye
Gush’d till the fount of tears was dry;