The Return of Persephone

Gliding through the still air, he made no sound;

Wing-shod and deft, dropped almost at her feet,

And searched the ghostly regiments and found

The living eyes, the tremor of breath, the beat

Of blood in all that bodiless underground.

She left her majesty; she loosed the zone

Of darkness and put by the rod of dread.

Standing, she turned her back upon the throne

Where, well she knew, the Ruler of the Dead,

Lord of her body and being, sat like stone;

Stared with his ravenous eyes to see her shake

The midnight drifting from her loosened hair,

The girl once more in all her actions wake,

The blush of colour in her cheeks appear

Lost with her flowers that day beside the lake.

The summer flowers scattering, the shout,

The black manes plunging down to the black pit —

Memory or dream? She stood awhile in doubt,

Then touched the Traveller God’s brown arm and met

His cool, bright glance and heard his words ring out:

“Queen of the Dead and Mistress of the Year!”

— His voice was the ripe ripple of the corn;

The touch of dew, the rush of morning air —

“Remember now the world where you were born;

The month of your return at last is here.”

And still she did not speak, but turned again

Looking for answer, for anger, for command:

The eyes of Dis were shut upon their pain;

Calm as his marble brow, the marble hand

Slept on his knee. Insuperable disdain

Foreknowing all bounds of passion, of power, of art,

Mastered but could not mask his deep despair.

Even as she turned with Hermes to depart,

Looking her last on her grim ravisher

For the first time she loved him from her heart.

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• I Heard You, Solemn-sweet Pipes of the Organ. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• I hear it was Charged against Me. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• I Hear America Singing. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• I Dream’d in a Dream. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• I am He that Aches with Love. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Hush’d be the Camps To-day. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• How Solemn as One by One. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Hours Continuing Long. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Here the Frailest Leaves of Me. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Here, Sailor. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Hast Never Come to Thee an Hour. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Great are the Myths. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Gods. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Gliding Over All. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Give me the Splendid, Silent Sun. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Germs. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Full of Life, Now. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• From Paumanok Starting. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• From My Last Years. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• From Far Dakota’s Cañons. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman

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