TO THE SPIRITS OF MY THREE DEPARTED SISTERS.
WRITTEN AT MID-WINTER.
Sweet sisters! ye have passed away,
In solemn silence one by one,
And left a brother here to stray,
In doubt and darkness—and alone!
For like three lamps of holy flame,
Ye shone upon my weary way,
Till a chill breath from heaven came,
And quenched for aye the kindly ray.