• “A lady's here, by a dark steed brought,
• Sister Helen,
• So darkly clad, I saw her not.”
• “See her now or never see aught,
• Little brother!”
• ( O Mother, Mary Mother,
• What more to see, between Hell & Heaven?)

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• “Her hood falls back, & the moon shines fair,
• Sister Helen,
• 10 On the Lady of Ewern's golden hair.”
• “Blest hour of my power & her despair,
• Little brother!”
• ( O Mother, Mary Mother,
• Hour blesth blest and bann'd, 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!”
• 20 ( O Mother, Mary Mother,
• Three days, three nights, between Hell & 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, Mary Mother,
• What strains but death's, between Hell & Heaven? )

• “She may not speak, she sinks in a swoon,
• 30 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, Mary Mother,
• Her woe's dumb cry, between Hell & 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 & Heaven!)