Excerpt from The Search of Ceres: And Other Poems The Search of Ceres Aurora lifts the latch of morn, The poppy reddens in the corn, - Ah, woe! another day is born, And still I tread the earth, forlorn, And call on gods and men for thee, Persephone, Persephone! Through Enna's flowery vale, I wist, Thy feet might wander as they list: No amorous god with thee had tryst, Thy mouth no mortal lover kissed, And all the Fates were kind to thee, Persephone, Persephone! At morn, through valleys moist with rain, I went to view the ripened grain; The happy reapers piled the wain, All day I trod the teeming plain, At eve, in vain I sought for thee, Persephone, Persephone! About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.