Sacred Goddess, Mother Earth, <br /> Thou from whose immortal bosom <br />Gods and men and beasts have birth, <br /> Leaf and blade, and bud and blossom, <br />Breathe thine influence most divine <br />On thine own child, Proserpine. <br /> <br />If with mists of evening dew <br /> Thou dost nourish these young flowers <br />Till they grow in scent and hue <br /> Fairest children of the Hours, <br />Breathe thine influence most divine <br />On thine own child, Proserpine.<br /><br />Percy Bysshe Shelley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-of-proserpine-while-gathering-flowers-on-the-plain-of-enna/
