So come on out, my dear old sweet Sister, -

“I would I were alive againTo kiss the fingers of the rain,To drink into my eyes…”

“And her voice is a string of colored beads,Or steps leading into the sea.”

“But you were something more than young and sweetAnd fair, - and the long year r…”

“Lost in Hell,-Persephone,Take her head upon your knee;Say to her, "My dear, my …”