{"collection":"Northern European Mythology","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/neu/eng/prwe/prwe351.htm","path":"neu/eng/prwe/prwe351.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/neu/eng/prwe/prwe351.htm","text":"THE SISTERS OF GLEN-NEOT\nby THE LATE REV. R. S. HAWKER OF MORWENSTOW.\nIT IS from Neot's sainted steep\nThe foamy waters flash and leap;\nIt is where shrieking wildflowers grow,\nThey lave the nymph that dwells below !\nBut wherefore in this far-off dell,\nThe reliques of a human cell ?\nWhere the sad stream and lonely wind\nBring Man no tidings of their kind !\nLong years agone ! the otd man said,\n'Twas told him by his grandsire dead,\nOne day two ancient sisters came,\nNone there could tell their race or name.\nTheir speech was not in Cornish phrase,\nTheir garb had marks of loftier days;\nSlight food they took from hands of men,\nThey wither'd slowly in that glen.\nOne died ! the other's shrunken eye\nGush'd till the fount of tears was dry;\nA wild and wasting thought had she --\n\"I shall have none to weep for me !\"\nThey found her silent at the last,\nBent in the shape wherein she pass'd --\nWhere her lone seat long used to stand,\nHer head upon her shrivell'd hand !\nDid fancy give this legend birth ?\nThe grandame's tale for winter-hearth,\nOr some dead bark, by Neot's stream\nPeople these banks with such a dream ?\nWe know not ! but it suits the scene,\nTo think such wild things here have been;\nWhat spot more meet could grief or sin\nChoose at the last to wither in ?\nEchoes of Old Cornwall","title":"Popular Romances of the West of England: Appendix: The Sisters of Glen-Neot","type":"page"}