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hat cottage in a chine We were not to behold it; But there may the purest of sunbeams shine, May freshest flowers enfold it, For sake of the news which our hearts must twine With the bower where we were told it! Now oft, left lone again, Sit mother and sit daughter, And bless the good ship that sailed over the main, And the favoring winds that brought her; While still some new beauty they fable and feign For the cottage by the water. PERSEPHONE. (Written for THE PORTFOLIO SOCIETY, January, 1862. Subject given--"Light and Shade.") She stepped upon Sicilian grass, Demeter's daughter fresh and fair, A child of light, a radiant lass, And gamesome as the morning air. The daffodils were fair to see, They nodded lightly on the lea, Persephone--Persephone! Lo! one she marked of rarer growth Than orchis or anemone; For it the maiden left them both, And parted from her company. Drawn nigh she deemed it fairer still, And stooped to gather by the rill The daffodil, the daffodil. What ailed the meadow that it shook? What ailed the air of Sicily? She wondered by the brattling brook, And trembled with the trembling lea. "The coal-black horses rise--they rise: O mother, mother!" low she cries-- Persephone--Persephone! "O light, light, light!" she cries, "farewell; The coal-black horses wait for me. O shade of shades, where I must dwell, Demeter, mother, far from thee! Ah, fated doom that I fulfil! Ah, fateful flower beside the rill! The daffodil, the daffodil!" What ails her that she comes not home? Demeter seeks her far and wide, And gloomy-browed doth ceaseless roam From many a morn till eventide. "My life, immortal though it be, Is nought," she cries, "for want of thee, Persephone--Persephone! "Meadows of Enna, let the rain No longer drop to feed your rills, Nor dew refresh the fields again, With all their nodding daffodils! Fade, fade and droop, O lilied lea, Where thou, dear heart, wert reft from me-- Persephone--Persephone!" She reigns upon her dusky throne, Mid shades of heroes dread to see; Among the dead she breathes alone, Persephone--Persephone! Or seated on the Elysian hill She dreams of earthly daylight still, And murmurs of the daffodil. A voice in Hades soundeth clear, The shadows mourn and fill below; It cries--"Thou Lord of Hades, hear, And let Demeter's daughter go. The tender corn upon the lea Droops in her god
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