Oh, my mother, for thy sake.
Listen listen! on the night-blast
Heard you not a well-known tone?
Oh, it seemed so much, my mother,
Like my sister Edna's own!
There are feet upon the threshold!
And a hand is on the door—
Mother! mother!—it is Edna,
Coming back to us once more!
"Oh, forgive me! Oh, forgive me!"