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A Villanelle
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?
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