The terms on which alone Thou hast thy leave;
In a nest of dells retired is a grove,
Darkened by shadows of the hills above;
And a tree, sun-proof, whose dense branches hold
Ever among them one of purest gold;
Gold leafage, gold saplings supple, yet tough;
Vain for any, though brave, and fond enough,
To plunge in the Underworld; unless he
Have tracked and plucked the Gold Bough off the Tree.
The Queen of Hades, Proserpine the Fair,