A Triad - Sonnet

Lyrics
Three sang of love together: one with lips Crimson, with cheeks and bosom in a glow Flushed to the yellow hair and finger tips; And one there sang who soft and smooth as snow Bloomed like a tinted hyacinth at a show; And one was blue with famine after love Who like a harpstring snapped rang harsh and low The burden of what those were singing of One shamed herself in love; one temperately Grew gross in soulless love, a sluggish wife; One famished died for love. Thus two of three Took death for love and won him after strife; One droned in sweetness like a fattened bee: All on the threshold, yet all short of life
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Credits
- Writers
- Christina Rossetti