Updated September 23, 2019 | Infoplease Staff The Three SistersArthur Davison FickeGone 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. William Griffith: Pierrette in Memory The Second Book of Modern Verse Adelaide Crapsey: Song .com/t/poetry/modern-verse/three-sisters.html Sources Our Common Sources
