Song of Proserpine
by Percy Bysshe Shelley
| 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. |
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