(_O Mother, Mary Mother, Hour blest and bannd, between Hell and Heaven!_) "Pale, pale her cheeks, that in pride did glow, Sister Helen, 'Neath the bridal-wreath three days ago." "One morn for pride and three days for woe, Little brother." (_O Mothery Mary Mother Three days, three nights, between Hell and Heaven!_) "Her clasped hands stretch from her bending head, Sister Helen; With the loud wind's wail her sobs are wed." "What wedding-strains hath her bridal-bed, Little brother?" (_O Mother y Mary Mother y What strain but death's, between Hell and Heaven!_) "She may not speak, she sinks in a swoon, Sister Helen,-- She lifts her lips and gasps on the moon." "Oh! might I but hear her soul's blithe tune, Little brother!" (_O Mother y Mary Mother, Her woe s dumb cry, between Hell and Heaven!_) "They've caught her to Westholm's saddle-bow, Sister Helen, And her moonlit hair gleams white in its flow." "Let it turn whiter than winter snow, Little brother!" (_O Mother, Mary Mother, Woe-withered gold, between Hell and Heaven!_) "O Sister Helen, you heard the bell, Sister Helen! More loud than the vesper-chime it fell." "No vesper-chime, but a dying-knell, Little brother!" (_O Mother y Mary Mother, His dying knell, between Hell and Heaven!_) "Alas! but I fear the heavy sound, Sister Helen; Is it in the sky or in the ground?" "Say, have they turned their horses round, Little brother?" (_O Mother9 Mary Mother, What would she more, between Hell and Heaven?_) "They have raised the old man from his knee, Sister Helen, And they ride in silence hastily." "More fast the naked soul doth flee, Little brother!" (_O Mothery Mary Mother, The naked soul, between Hell and Heaven!_) "Flank to flank are the three steeds gone, Sister Helen, But the lady's dark steed goes alone." "And lonely her bridegroom's soul hath flown, Little brother." _(O Mother y Mary Mother, The lonely ghost, between Hell and Heaven!_) "Oh the wind is sad in the iron chill, Sister Helen, And weary sad they look by the hill." "But he and I are sadder still, Little brother!" (_O Mother, Mary Mother, Most sad of ally between Hell and Heaven!_) "See, see, the wax has dropped from its place, Sister Helen, And the flames are winning up apace!" "Yet here they burn but for a space, Little brother!" (_O Mother y Mary Mother, Here for a space, between Hell and Heaven!_) "Ah! what white thing at the door has cross'd, Sister Helen? Ah! what is this that sighs in the frost?" "A soul that's lost as mine is lost, Little brother!"