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DEMETER AND PERSEPHONE.
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On thy lost self. A sudden nightingaleSaw thee, and flash'd into a frolic of songAnd welcome; and a gleam as of the moon,When first she peers along the tremulous deep,Fled wavering o'er thy face, and chased awayThat shadow of a likeness to the kingOf shadows, thy dark mate. Persephone!Queen of the dead no more—my child! Thine eyesAgain were human-godlike, and the SunBurst from a swimming fleece of winter gray,And robed thee in his day from head to feet—'Mother!' and I was folded in thine arms.
 Child, those imperial, disimpassion'd, eyesAwed even me at first, thy mother—eyesThat oft had seen the serpent-wanded power
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