Persephone

O rage, water and thunder
From ahigh,
Persephone is leaving us
Low and wet,
The gloomy rustle
Of shivering trees
Whirled bare
Of their blazing fleece
Of gold and brass galore
Portending
The celebrated return
Of the Queen
Of the Underworld.

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