Daughters of Persephone
O, daughters of Persephone,
where do you lie?
Tell me now,
has your mother taught you well?
You, the off spring of Zeus and Demeter,
tell me of your glories amongst golden grass,
and misty swale.
Your ascension from Hade’s realm,
to spring’s eternal blessing,
But for a brief moment,
to commune with your Mother once again.
I feel your warmth yet I do not see you,
O, daughters of Persephone reveal yourselves to me;
In spring’s golden rays,
her coins cast upon thine eyes,
show yourself to me,
Let me feel your warmth, and grace of season’s change.