IN woods remote, hid in the mountain hollows, <br />Doves there are that have a gentler beauty, <br />Doves that are marked as by a poet's image, <br />And hence are called Doves of the Wounded Heart. <br /> <br />And such ye were, and we could never learn the <br />Call that would bring you to our breasts, our hands! <br />And such ye were, and ye were aliens in our <br />Barnyard-world Doves of the Wounded Heart! <br /> <br />You who were proud no storm had ever turned your <br />Flight, and you who were her cherished one <br />May ye have found, hid in your mountain hollows, <br />Your wood remote, Doves of the Wounded Heart!<br /><br />Padraic Colum<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-two-sisters-whose-deaths-were-together/
