Sister, Sister
Sister, Sister
“Sister, sister, stay a while,
Don’t go so soon,” said he.
“I haven’t long and I’ll be gone,
And so I should gladly be.”
Day had gone, as all days do,
And sun had turned to moon.
The wind slipped through the chimney breast,
And whistled a silver tune.
“Sister, sister, stay a while,
Hold my hand and hold it tight,
I haven’t long and I’ll be gone,
As soon as it’s morning light.”
He was a wild and handsome lad,
With eyes as black as pitch.
Some say he had the power to,
Enchant, beguile, bewitch.
He loved few, yet he loved much,
His sister’s heart was his.
Loved no other, could love none,
As much as his dear sis.
“Sister, sister, stay a while,
I’m glad to have you near,” said he.
“Little time I have,
And then sister, I’ll be free.”
The girl, she sat beside him,
Taking his hand, she wept.
Conscious of every minute,
When upon them daylight crept.
A dewy glow of moonlight,
Had fell upon her brother’s face.
Half in shadow, half in light,
She held him in her embrace.
“Brother, brother, Jem,
You, I’ll see again.
Have no fear, for I am here,
To that, I say Amen.”
And when her brother’s heart had ceased,
She sat alone and dropped to knee.
And did not weep, or scream or yell,
But bowed her head and prayed to hell.
For that was where her brother be.
Wicked in spirit, loving at heart,
She could not bear to be apart;
Wild in life, wild in death,
Her and he, at one with breath.
And then she rose and called to God.
And every name she called He,
Was blight and far too bitter,
To be repeated by me.
“Brother, brother, Jem,
You, I’ll see again.
Have no fear, for I am here,
To that, I say Amen.”
And then cursing He one final time,
Knowing Heaven she would not gain.
Lay down beside her brother,
Prepared to meet again.