human
From land to land she raging flies, The green fruit falleth in her wake, And harvest fields beneath her eyes To earth the grain unripened shake. Arise, and set the maiden free; Why should the world such sorrow dree By reason of Persephone?
gpt
Love, eat with me this parting day; Then bids them fetch the coal-black steeds--
human
Demeter's daughter, wouldst away? The gates of Hades set her free:
gpt
She will return full soon, saith he--
human
My wife, my wife Persephone.
gpt
What moved thee, daughter, to forsake Thy fellow-maids that fatal morn, And give thy dark lord power to take Thee living to his realm forlorn? Her lips reply without her will, As one addressed who slumbereth still--
human
The daffodil, the daffodil!