‘Come, and bid my heart rejoice!

Daughter, all the world is barren,

While I mourn thy long delay!’

It is fond Demeter calling

On her lost Persephoné.

Sad she leans, the queen of Hadës,

On the gloomy monarch’s breast,

When upon her fettered senses

Falls that wail of Earth distrest;

And it woos her latent fancy