242 PROSPERINE'S MESSAGE 

 yearn towards goodness and beauty. Like 

 the migrants that return, so the impressions 

 of childhood come back to us. And like 

 the swallows that every year grow scarcer, 

 so every generation of man has more to 

 contend with in heredity. This is the 

 price we pay for our metal gold. Let us 

 spend the golden treasure of the dandelions, 

 now, on earth, while we may; so that those 

 to follow may enjoy a more sunlit life. 

 Sitting on the sward above the still blue 

 sea, listening to the sadly-sweet song of the 

 unknown, drinking the grape-frosty air, 

 thus I meditated ; perhaps Proserpine had 

 paused in her wandering and whispered 

 to a lonely mortal. 



