Mountainous shadows of the dying day,
She saw a temple, whose tall columns fair
Recall’d her home; and ‘O if thou be there,
My love,’ she cried, ‘fly not again away.’
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Swiftly she ran, and entering by the door
She stood alone within an empty fane
Of great Demeter: and, behold, the floor
Was litter’d with thank-offerings of grain,
With wheat and barley-sheaves together heapt