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SONG OF PROSERPINE WHILE GATHERING FLOWERS ON THE PLAIN OF ENNA.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

[Published by Mrs. Shelley, “Poetical Works”, 1839, 1st edition. There

is a fair draft amongst the Shelley manuscripts at the Bodleian

Library. See Mr. C.D. Locock’s “Examination,” etc., 1903, page 24.]

 

1.

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 _5

On thine own child, Proserpine.

 

2.

If with mists of evening dew

Thou dost nourish these young flowers

Till they grow, in scent and hue,

Fairest children of the Hours, _10

Breathe thine influence most divine

On thine own child, Proserpine.

 

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