• “Three days ago, on his marriage-morn,
• Sister Helen,
• He sickened, and lies since then forlorn.”
• “He'll scarce lie sick till a babe be born,
• Little brother?”
• ( O Mother, Mary Mother,
• Alas for birth, between Hell & Heaven!)

• “A lady's here, by a dark steed brought,
• Sister Helen,
• 10 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?)

• “Her hood falls back, & the moon shines fair,
• Sister Helen,
• On the Lady of Ewern's golden hair.”
• “Blest hour of my power & her despair,
• Little brother!”
• 20 ( O Mother, Mary Mother,
• Hour blest & bann'd, between Hell & Heaven!)

• “Pale, pale her cheeks, that in pride did glow,
• Sister Helen,
• 'Neath the bridal-wreath three days ago.”
• “One morn for pride & three days for woe,
• Little brother!”
• ( O Mother, Mary Mother,
• Three days, three nights, between Hell & Heaven!)

• “Her clasped hands stretch from her bending head,
• 30 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 strain but death's, between Hell & Heaven?)

• “She may not speak, she sinks in a swoon,
• Sister Helen,—
• She lifts her lips & gasps on the moon.”
• “Oh! might I but hear her soul's blithe tune,
• 40 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!)

• 50 “Flank to flank are the white steeds gone,
• Sister Helen,
• But the lady's dark steed goes alone.”
• “And lonely her bridegroom's soul hath flown,
• Little brother.”
• ( O Mother, Mary Mother,
• The lonely ghost, between Hell & Heaven!)