Here let thy clemency, Persephone, hold firm, Do thou, Pluto, bring here no greater harshness. So many thousand beauties are gone down to Avernus, Ye might let one remain above with us. With you is Iope, with you the white-gleaming Tyro, With you is Europa and the shameless Pasiphae, And all the fair from Troy and all from Achaia, From the sundered realms, of Thebes and of aged Priamus; And all the maidens of Rome, as many as they were, They died and the greed of your flame consumes them. @3Here let thy clemency, Persephone, hold firm, Do thou, Pluto, bring here no greater harshness. So many thousand fair are gone down to Avernus, Ye might let one remain above with us@1. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WISDOM COMETH WITH THE YEARS by COUNTEE CULLEN A PECK OF GOLD by ROBERT FROST SPRING BLIZZARD by JAMES GALVIN MAGDALEN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON PEACE ON EARTH by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON PRELUDE; FOR GEOFFREY GORER by EDITH SITWELL |