That down Cocytus’ valley flow,
Girdling the grey domain of Death,
The spectral fishes come and go;
The ghosts of trout flit to and fro.
Persephone, fulfil my wish,
And grant that in the shades below
My ghost may land the ghosts of fish!
LXXXIII
Verena Raby to Richard Haven
Dear Richard,—The Peace Celebrations here, they tell me, were very quiet. I am glad that they are over at last and we can now all begin....