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Thames Star, Volume XIV, Issue 4664, 15 December 1883, Page 1

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SISTERS THREE.

My pen is slow, my muse ia dim and shady, .* Dull brain is mine to picture such as thee; Yet may I humbly offer to each lady, «,- My halting, feeble verse to Sisters Three <?

Out on the distant moonlit open plain, When riding slowly heedless to and fro, Sly thoughts would fly back to the past again; And bind me with the spell of years ago.

The spreading sky rose-flushed in dreamy grandeur, The foliage amber coloured to its tips; The breeze scent-laden as if t had fanned your Bright golden hair and ripened rosy lips. Each brought you clear before me, o'en the murmur, That was a sweet ./Eolian strain to mo In the leaf, that'softly stirred after • Spring's wind caressing soft and dreamily.

Your faces through the mystic voilof dreamland, .'' Would gaze at me with wondrous sweetness, girls; As comes the flush of Diana o'er the mountain, Or sunset on an horizon of pearls. " . > ,'; Those are the glad remembrances before -me, While in the wilds my lonely watch I keep; Far from your presence come your niemor^gs 1 o'er mo, • >' ; Soothing my exile as the calm of sleep.