Persephone am I shut tight within
no ray of light doth caress my pale brow
The wanted golden beams upon sad skin
will not come; this Hades cannot allow.
Seeds six took I unthinking then to live
apart from open sky, and flowers bright.
They wither lacking that which I would give.
Too weak am I against his robust might
but he cannot hold me within cold hands.
The tender buds begin to bloom on earth,
when I go free, not under his commands,
I touch the barren soil, from whence comes birth.
These days are not all thine, Hades, since I
walk still and give earth life, beneath a sky.