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

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

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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!