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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

The Three Sisters

By Arthur Davison Ficke

GONE are the three, those sisters rare

With wonder-lips and eyes ashine.

One was wise and one was fair,

And one was mine.

Ye mourners, weave for the sleeping hair

Of only two, your ivy vine.

For one was wise and one was fair,

But one was mine.