第32章 PRAYER TO PERSEPHONE
Be to her, Persephone, All the things I might not be;
Take her head upon your knee.
She that was so proud and wild, Flippant, arrogant and free, She that had no need of me, Is a little lonely child Lost in Hell,--Persephone, Take her head upon your knee;
Say to her, "My dear, my dear, It is not so dreadful here."