Persephone, Persephone Receive her for she is thy child. Votive wreaths to thee we bear -- Crowns of daisies for thy hair. Only look at her with mild and tender eyes, Persephone. Not to heaven's golden strand Do we commend her, but to thee. Be thou kind, Persephone, Take her gently by the hand; Let her kneel on Lethe's shore And drink until she thirst no more. Then in that Elysian grove Let her dance, and let her sing (She who died when she was young Before her songs of earth were sung) -- She is through remembering. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE QUALITY OF COURAGE by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET MA LADY'S LIPS AM LIKE DE HONEY (NEGRO LOVE SONG) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON HOUSE WITH THE MARBLE STEPS by AMY LOWELL JUNIUS BRUTUS BOOTH by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |