SACRED Goddess, Mother Earth, Thou from whose immortal bosom Gods, and men, and beasts have birth, Leaf and blade, and bud and blossom, Breathe thine influence most divine On thine own child, Proserpine. If with mists of evening dew Thou dost nourish these young flowers Till they grow, in scent and hue, Fairest children of the hours, Breathe thine influence most divine On thine own child, Proserpine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPECIAL PLEADING by SIDNEY LANIER INFERENTIAL by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON EPIGRAM: A LAME BEGGAR by JOHN DONNE THE ENTHUSIAST by HERMAN MELVILLE INTO THE TWILIGHT by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS DEATH AT DAYBREAK by ANNE REEVE ALDRICH THE BURIED LIFE by MATTHEW ARNOLD SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 42. 'GRECIAN AND ENGLISH' by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |