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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="/comments.php?id=360663" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sister Helen</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="/comments.php?id=360663" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">"Why did you melt your waxen man<br> Sister Helen?<br> To-day is the third since you began."<br> "The time was long, yet the time ran,<br> Little brother."<br> (O Mother, Mary Mother,<br> Three days to-day, between Hell and Heaven!)</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="/comments.php?id=360663" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> "But if you have done your work aright,<br> Sister Helen,<br> You'll let me play, for you said I might."<br> "Be very still in your play to-night,<br> Little brother."<br> (O Mother, Mary Mother,<br> Third night, to-night, between Hell and Heaven!)</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="/comments.php?id=360663" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> "You said it must melt ere vesper-bell,<br> Sister Helen;<br> If now it be molten, all is well."<br> "Even so,--nay, peace! you cannot tell,<br> Little brother."<br> (O Mother, Mary Mother,<br> O what is this, between Hell and Heaven?)</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="/comments.php?id=360663" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> "Oh the waxen knave was plump to-day,<br> Sister Helen;<br> How like dead folk he has dropp'd away!"<br> "Nay now, of the dead what can you say,<br> Little brother?"<br> (O Mother, Mary Mother,<br> What of the dead, between Hell and Heaven?)</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="/comments.php?id=360663" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> "See, see, the sunken pile of wood,<br> Sister Helen,<br> Shines through the thinn'd wax red as blood!"<br> "Nay now, when look'd you yet on blood,<br> Little brother?"<br> (O Mother, Mary Mother,<br> How pale she is, between Hell and Heaven!)</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="/comments.php?id=360663" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> "Now close your eyes, for they're sick and sore,<br> Sister Helen,<br> And I'll play without the gallery door."<br> "Aye, let me rest,--I'll lie on the floor,<br> Little brother."<br> (O Mother, Mary Mother,<br> What rest to-night, between Hell and Heaven?)</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="/comments.php?id=360663" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> "Here high up in the balcony,<br> Sister Helen,<br> The moon flies face to face with me."<br> "Aye, look and say whatever you see,<br> Little brother."<br> (O Mother, Mary Mother,<br> What sight to-night, between Hell and Heaven?)</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="/comments.php?id=360663" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> "Outside it's merry in the wind's wake,<br> Sister Helen;<br> In the shaken trees the chill stars shake."<br> "Hush, heard you a horse-tread as you spake,<br> Little brother?"<br> (O Mother, Mary Mother,<br> What sound to-night, between Hell and Heaven?)</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="/comments.php?id=360663" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> "I hear a horse-tread, and I see,<br> Sister Helen,<br> Three horsemen that ride terribly."<br> "Little brother, whence come the three,<br> Little brother?"<br> (O Mother, Mary Mother,<br> Whence should they come, between Hell and Heaven?)</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="/comments.php?id=360663" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> "They come by the hill-verge from Boyne Bar,<br> Sister Helen,<br> And one draws nigh, but two are afar."<br> "Look, look, do you know them who they are,<br> Little brother?"<br> (O Mother, Mary Mother,<br> Who should they be, between Hell and Heaven?)</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="/comments.php?id=360663" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> "Oh, it's Keith of Eastholm rides so fast,<br> Sister Helen,<br> For I know the white mane on the blast."<br> "The hour has come, has come at last,<br> Little brother!"<br> (O Mother, Mary Mother,<br> Her hour at last, between Hell and Heaven!)</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="/comments.php?id=360663" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> "He has made a sign and called Halloo!<br> Sister Helen,<br> And he says that he would speak with you."<br> "Oh tell him I fear the frozen dew,<br> Little brother."<br> (O Mother, Mary Mother,<br> Why laughs she thus, between Hell and Heaven?)</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="/comments.php?id=360663" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> "The wind is loud, but I hear him cry,<br> Sister Helen,<br> That Keith of Ewern's like to die."<br> "And he and thou, and thou and I,<br> Little brother."<br> (O Mother, Mary Mother,<br> And they and we, between Hell and Heaven!)</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="/comments.php?id=360663" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> "Three days ago, on his marriage-morn,<br> Sister Helen,<br> He sicken'd, and lies since then forlorn."<br> "For bridegroom's side is the bride a thorn,<br> Little brother?"<br> (O Mother, Mary Mother,<br> Cold bridal cheer, between Hell and Heaven!)</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="/comments.php?id=360663" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> "Three days and nights he has lain abed,<br> Sister Helen,<br> And he prays in torment to be dead."<br> "The thing may chance, if he have pray'd,<br> Little brother!"<br> (O Mother, Mary Mother,<br> If he have pray'd, between Hell and Heaven!)</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="/comments.php?id=360663" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> "But he has not ceas'd to cry to-day,<br> Sister Helen,<br> That you should take your curse away."<br> "My prayer was heard,--he need but pray,<br> Little brother!"<br> (O Mother, Mary Mother,<br> Shall God not hear, between Hell and Heaven?)</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="/comments.php?id=360663" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> "But he says, till you take back your ban,<br> Sister Helen,<br> His soul would pass, yet never can."<br> "Nay then, shall I slay a living man,<br> Little brother?"<br> (O Mother, Mary Mother,<br> A living soul, between Hell and Heaven!)</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="/comments.php?id=360663" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> "But he calls for ever on your name,<br> Sister Helen,<br> And says that he melts before a flame."<br> "My heart for his pleasure far'd the same,<br> Little brother."<br> (O Mother, Mary Mother,<br> Fire at the heart, between Hell and Heaven!)</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="/comments.php?id=360663" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> "Here's Keith of Westholm riding fast,<br> Sister Helen,<br> For I know the white plume on the blast."<br> "The hour, the sweet hour I forecast,<br> Little brother!"<br> (O Mother, Mary Mother,<br> Is the hour sweet, between Hell and Heaven?)</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="/comments.php?id=360663" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> "He stops to speak, and he stills his horse,<br> Sister Helen;<br> But his words are drown'd in the wind's course."<br> "Nay hear, nay hear, you must hear perforce,<br> Little brother!" .<br> (O Mother, Mary Mother,<br> What word now heard, between Hell and Heaven?)</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="/comments.php?id=360663" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> "Oh he says that Keith of Ewern's cry,<br> Sister Helen,<br> Is ever to see you ere he die."<br> "In all that his soul sees, there am I<br> Little brother!"<br> (O Mother, Mary Mother,<br> The soul's one sight, between Hell and Heaven!)</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="/comments.php?id=360663" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> "He sends a ring and a broken coin,<br> Sister Helen,<br> And bids you mind the banks of Boyne."<br> "What else he broke will he ever join,<br> Little brother?"<br> (O Mother, Mary Mother,<br> No, never join'd, between Hell and Heaven!)</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="/comments.php?id=360663" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> "He yields you these and craves full fain,<br> Sister Helen,<br> You pardon him in his mortal pain."<br> "What else he took will he give again,<br> Little brother?"<br> (O Mother, Mary Mother,<br> Not twice to give, between Hell and Heaven!)</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="/comments.php?id=360663" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> "He calls your name in an agony,<br> Sister Helen,<br> That even dead Love must weep to see."<br> "Hate, born of Love, is blind as he,<br> Little brother!"<br> (O Mother, Mary Mother,<br> Love turn'd to hate, between Hell and Heaven!)</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="/comments.php?id=360663" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> "Oh it's Keith of Keith now that rides fast,<br> Sister Helen,<br> For I know the white hair on the blast."<br> "The short short hour will soon be past,<br> Little brother!"<br> (O Mother, Mary Mother,<br> Will soon be past, between Hell and Heaven!)</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="/comments.php?id=360663" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> "He looks at me and he tries to speak,<br> Sister Helen,<br> But oh! his voice is sad and weak!"<br> "What here should the mighty Baron seek,<br> Little brother?"<br> (O Mother, Mary Mother,<br> Is this the end, between Hell and Heaven?)</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="/comments.php?id=360663" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> "Oh his son still cries, if you forgive,<br> Sister Helen,<br> The body dies but the soul shall live."<br> "Fire shall forgive me as I forgive,<br> Little brother!"<br> (O Mother, Mary Mother,<br> As she forgives, between Hell and Heaven!)</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="/comments.php?id=360663" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> "Oh he prays you, as his heart would rive,<br> Sister Helen,<br> To save his dear son's soul alive."<br> "Fire cannot slay it, it shall thrive,<br> Little brother!"<br> (O Mother, Mary Mother,<br> Alas, alas, between Hell and Heaven!)</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="/comments.php?id=360663" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> "He cries to you, kneeling in the road,<br> Sister Helen,<br> To go with him for the love of God!"<br> "The way is long to his son's abode,<br> Little brother."<br> (O Mother, Mary Mother,<br> The way is long, between Hell and Heaven!)</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="/comments.php?id=360663" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> "A lady's here, by a dark steed brought,<br> Sister Helen,<br> So darkly clad, I saw her not."<br> "See her now or never see aught,<br> Little brother!"<br> (O Mother, Mary Mother,<br> What more to see, between Hell and Heaven?)</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="/comments.php?id=360663" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> "Her hood falls back, and the moon shines fair,<br> Sister Helen,<br> On the Lady of Ewern's golden hair."<br> "Blest hour of my power and her despair,<br> Little brother!"<br> (O Mother, Mary Mother,<br> Hour blest and bann'd, between Hell and Heaven!)</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="/comments.php?id=360663" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> "Pale, pale her cheeks, that in pride did glow,<br> Sister Helen,<br> 'Neath the bridal-wreath three days ago."<br> "One morn for pride and three days for woe,<br> Little brother!"<br> (O Mother, Mary Mother,<br> Three days, three nights, between Hell and Heaven!)</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="/comments.php?id=360663" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> "Her clasp'd hands stretch from her bending head,<br> Sister Helen;<br> With the loud wind's wail her sobs are wed."<br> "What wedding-strains hath her bridal-bed,<br> Little brother?"<br> (O Mother, Mary Mother,<br> What strain but death's, between Hell and Heaven?)</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="/comments.php?id=360663" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> "She may not speak, she sinks in a swoon,<br> Sister Helen,--<br> She lifts her lips and gasps on the moon."<br> "Oh! might I but hear her soul's blithe tune,<br> Little brother!"<br> (O Mother, Mary Mother,<br> Her woe's dumb cry, between Hell and Heaven!)</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="/comments.php?id=360663" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> "They've caught her to Westholm's saddle-bow,<br> Sister Helen,<br> And her moonlit hair gleams white in its flow."<br> "Let it turn whiter than winter snow,<br> Little brother!"<br> (O Mother, Mary Mother,<br> Woe-wither'd gold, between Hell and Heaven!)</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="/comments.php?id=360663" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> "O Sister Helen, you heard the bell,<br> Sister Helen!<br> More loud than the vesper-chime it fell."<br> "No vesper-chime, but a dying knell,<br> Little brother!"<br> (O Mother, Mary Mother,<br> His dying knell, between Hell and Heaven!)</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="/comments.php?id=360663" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> "Alas! but I fear the heavy sound,<br> Sister Helen;<br> Is it in the sky or in the ground?"<br> "Say, have they turn'd their horses round,<br> Little brother?"<br> (O Mother, Mary Mother,<br> What would she more, between Hell and Heaven?)</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="/comments.php?id=360663" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> "They have rais'd the old man from his knee,<br> Sister Helen,<br> And they ride in silence hastily."<br> "More fast the naked soul doth flee,<br> Little brother!"<br> (O Mother, Mary Mother,<br> The naked soul, between Hell and Heaven!)</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="/comments.php?id=360663" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> "Flank to flank are the three steeds gone,<br> Sister Helen,<br> But the lady's dark steed goes alone."<br> "And lonely her bridegroom's soul hath flown,<br> Little brother."<br> (O Mother, Mary Mother,<br> The lonely ghost, between Hell and Heaven!)</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="/comments.php?id=360663" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> "Oh the wind is sad in the iron chill,<br> Sister Helen,<br> And weary sad they look by the hill."<br> "But he and I are sadder still,<br> Little brother!"<br> (O Mother, Mary Mother,<br> Most sad of all, between Hell and Heaven!)</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="/comments.php?id=360663" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> "See, see, the wax has dropp'd from its place,<br> Sister Helen,<br> And the flames are winning up apace!"<br> "Yet here they burn but for a space,<br> Little brother! "<br> (O Mother, Mary Mother,<br> Here for a space, between Hell and Heaven!)</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="/comments.php?id=360663" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> "Ah! what white thing at the door has cross'd,<br> Sister Helen?<br> Ah! what is this that sighs in the frost?"<br> "A soul that's lost as mine is lost,<br> Little brother!"<br> (O Mother, Mary Mother,<br> Lost, lost, all lost, between Hell and Heaven!)</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br/></a><a href="https://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="https://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Dante+Gabriel+Rossetti">Dante Gabriel Rossetti</a></strong></div>