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 THE DEPARTURE OF PROSERPINE

mother Earth for me already grieves,

Her morns wake weeping and her noons are dim,

Silence has left her woods, and all the leaves

Dance in the windy shadows on the rim

Of the dull lake thro' which I soon shall pass

To my dark bridal bed

Down in the hollow chambers of the dead.

Will not the thunder hide me if I call,

Wrapt in the corner of some distant star

The gods have never known?

Alas! alas!

My voice has left with the last wing, my fall

Shall crush the flowery fields with gloom, as far 189