To Persephone Afar 



brief lines that tell of you ! Yet they were 

 not in vain ! The pallid, silvery daylight of 

 the ^'weariest month of the year" has some- 

 thing in it this February we never felt 

 before; something of earth and heaven as 

 indefinably sweet as the ''shine of the soul 

 of a seraph from the face of a passer-by." 



To Persephone Afar 



Angel of the lengthening days, 



Beautiful with bloom, 

 To this bleak domain of winter 



Hasten through the gloom! 



And with bird, and bud, and blossom 



Following in your train, 

 Down upon its frozen fountains 



Rain, rain, rain! 



Rain your showers of love abundant, 



Rain your floods of song; 

 Rain, oh, rain your joy resistless, 



Till earth's captive throng, 



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