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176 This dust was Timas; and they say That almost on her wedding day She found her bridal home to be The dark house of Persephone.

And many maidens, knowing then That she would not come back again, Unbound their curls; and all in tears, They cut them off with sharpened shears.

I'm sure I see it all now as it was, When first you set your foot upon the shore Where dim Cocytus flows for evermore, And how it came to pass That all those Dorian women who are there In Hades, and still fair, Came up to you, so young, and wept and smiled When they beheld you and your little child. And then, I'm sure, with tears upon your face To be in that sad place, You told of the two children you had borne,