Persephone, Persephone! Still I Fancy I Can See Thee Amid The Daffodils. Golden Wealth Thy Basket Fills; Golden Blossoms At Thy Breast; Golden Hair That Shames The West; Golden Sunlight Round Thy Head! Ah! The Golden Years Have Fled; Thee Have Reft, And Me Have Left Here Alone, Thy Loss To Mourn. Persephone, Persephone! Still I Fancy I Can See Her, As White And Still She Lies: Death Has Woo'D And Won His Prize. White The Blossoms At Her Breast; White And Still Her Face At Rest; White The Moonbeams Round Her Head. Ah! The Wintry Years Have Fled; Comfort Lent And Patience Sent, And My Grief Is Easier Borne. Persephone, Persephone! Still In Dreams Thou Com'St To Me; Every Night Art At My Side, Half My Bride, And Half Death'S Bride! Golden Blossoms At Thy Breast; Golden Hair That Shames The West; Golden Sunlight Circling Thee! Half Of Gold The Lone Years Flee: Night Is Glad, Though Day Is Sad, Till I Go Where Thou Art Gone.