Persephone, Persephone! Still I fancy I can see Thee amid the daffodils. Golden wealth thy basket fills; Golden blossoms at thy breast; Golden hair that shames the West;...
Dry thine eyes, Doll! the stars above us shine; God of His goodness made them mine and thine; His silver have we gotten, and His gold, Whilst there's a sun to call us in the morn...
The eyes of heaven were on her bent, In a rapture of loving wonderment, As her song with the nightingale's was blent: And one yearn'd for a love, and one sigh'd for a soul! ...