Three sang of love together: one with lips <br />Crimson, with cheeks and bosom in a glow, <br />Flushed to the yellow hair and finger-tips; <br />And one there sang who soft and smooth as snow <br />Bloomed like a tinted hyacinth at a show; <br />And one was blue with famine after love, <br />Who like a harpstring snapped rang harsh and low <br />The burden of what those were singing of. <br />One shamed herself in love; one temperately <br />Grew gross in soulless love, a sluggish wife; <br />One famished died for love. Thus two of three <br />Took death for love and won him after strife; <br />One droned in sweetness like a fattened bee: <br />All on the threshold, yet all short of life.<br /><br />Christina Georgina Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-triad-2/
