Three sisters sat upon a porch
sewing garments prettily
One had wit and one was kind
the third had beauty--from the sea
There was a fourth, I saw it then
As I stood chatting with the three
Who joins--they say--all of these traits
In multi-plaited quantity
But she does never leave the home
she stays within, is quiet there
for when she went into the town
every person hated her
I wondered why, I puzzled it
I strove and could not understand
Until I felt my heart grow hard
The moment that I shook her hand
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