Poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley

Song Of Proserpine

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. 

1. From the Arabic, an Imitation
2. The Solitary
3. To The Republicans Of North America
4. I Would Not Be A King
5. Lines Written During The Castlereagh Administration

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