Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume I/The Return of Proserpine

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Poems, Volume I by Florence Earle Coates
The Return of Proserpine


TO welcome her the Mother wakes
 The myriad music of her rills,
And trims the border of her lakes
 With sun-lit daffodils:
Softly she counterpanes the leas,
 With primrose-bloom bedecks the vales,
 While answering her wooing gales
Come ruby-pied anemones;
And as her wintry doubts depart,
 And brightening hopes foretell the morrow,
Such happiness o'erflows her heart
 There 's left no room for sorrow!