O Singer Of Persephone! In The Dim Meadows Desolate Dost Thou Remember Sicily? Still Through The Ivy Flits The Bee Where Amaryllis Lies In State; O Singer Of Persephone! Simaetha Calls On Hecate And Hears The Wild Dogs At The Gate; Dost Thou Remember Sicily? Still By The Light And Laughing Sea Poor Polypheme Bemoans His Fate; O Singer Of Persephone! And Still In Boyish Rivalry Young Daphnis Challenges His Mate; Dost Thou Remember Sicily? Slim Lacon Keeps A Goat For Thee, For Thee The Jocund Shepherds Wait; O Singer Of Persephone! Dost Thou Remember Sicily?