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- DEMETER CONSOLATRIX
TROUBLED heart and fevered forehead—
Ah! with calm immortal hand
Soon the mother of all shall take you
To a green and silent land.
Great red lilies hushed and splendid
Shall be lamps to light your dreams,
And your sleep shall be attended
By the flow of hidden streams.
Large mild stars shall shine above you,
Cool deep grass your bed shall be.
With the mother of all to love you.
You shall lose your misery.
She shall quench your forehead's fire
With her calm immortal hand;
You shall have your heart's desire
In that green and silent land.
From the great red lilies' splendour,
From the large mild stars shall fall
Magic wonderful and tender,
And the mother of all shall give you all!
