human
The coal-black horses rise--they rise: O mother, mother!
gpt
O light, light, light! she cries,
human
Meadows of Enna, let the rain No longer drop to feed your rills, Nor dew refresh the fields again, With all their nodding daffodils! Fade, fade and droop, O lilied lea, Where thou, dear heart, wert reft from me-- Persephone--Persephone!