SACRED Goddess, Mother Earth, Thou from whose immortal bosom Gods, and men, and beasts have birth, Leaf and blade, and bud and blossom, Breathe thine influence most divine On thine own child, Proserpine. If with mists of evening dew Thou dost nourish these young flowers Till they grow, in scent and hue, Fairest children of the hours, Breathe thine influence most divine On thine own child, Proserpine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RELIEVING GUARD by FRANCIS BRET HARTE THE SANDS OF DEE by CHARLES KINGSLEY A CHRISTMAS CAROL (1) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 74. ST. LUKE THE PAINTER (OLD & NEW ART) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE QUEEN FORGETS by GEORGE STERLING |