Demeter

THOU, thou hast seen the child I seek!The vale is thine and the cloudy peak,Divine ApolloWhose eye doth followEach secret course! Ah, speak!

I have sued to the other gods in vain:Thou wilt not disregard my pain;But by thy powerWin back my flowerTo gladden earth again!

Fair as the poppy mid the wheat,—Her breath as the breath of the wild grape, sweetIn the twilight tender,—She loved thy splendorOf perfect day to greet.

And it is thou—of gods most dear!—Thou, sun-god! who hast led me here:Whose smile caressing,My wrong redressing,Tells me the Maid is near!

Blessèd, O blessèd, be thy light!She comes from the shadows—blissful sight!—To the breast that bore herTo the yearning for her,That fills me, day and night!