Be to her, Persephone,<br />All the things I might not be;<br />Take her head upon your knee.<br />She that was so proud and wild,<br />Flippant, arrogant and free,<br />She that had no need of me,<br />Is a little lonely child<br />Lost in Hell,—Persephone,<br />Take her head upon your knee;<br />Say to her, “My dear, my dear,<br />It is not so dreadful here.