THE NEW PERSEPHONE.
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THE NEW PERSEPHONE.
"The Devil is dead; he died resigned—"
—Owen Meredith.
—Owen Meredith.
'THE Devil is dead," the bard hath said,
"And a woman now reigns in Hell,"
And her throne is builded on broken hearts;
And her robe is decked with the poisoned darts
That have done her work too well—too well.
"And a woman now reigns in Hell,"
And her throne is builded on broken hearts;
And her robe is decked with the poisoned darts
That have done her work too well—too well.
Her brow is as chaste as the starry waste
Of the heaven when night is young;
And her bosom's white is as pure as snow
When the sleety winds have ceased to blow,
And the wintry trees with frost are hung.
Of the heaven when night is young;
And her bosom's white is as pure as snow
When the sleety winds have ceased to blow,
And the wintry trees with frost are hung.
