Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Prayer to Persephone

Be to her, Persephone,
All the things I might not be:
Take her head upon your knee.
She that was so proud and wild,
Flippant, arrogant and free,
She that had no need of me,
Is a little lonely child
Lost in Hell,—Persephone,
Take her head upon your knee:
Say to her, ”My dear, my dear,
It is not so dreadful here.”

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3. Sometimes When I Am Wearied
4. The Cairn
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