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O singer of Persephone!
In the dim meadows
Dost thou remember Sicily?
Still through the ivy flits the
Where Amaryllis lies in state;
O Singer of Persephone!
Simaetha calls on
And hears the wild dogs at the gate;
Dost thou remember Sicily?
Still by the light and laughing
Poor Polypheme bemoans his fate;
O Singer of Persephone!
And still in boyish
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?
Oscar Wilde
Oscar Fingal O'Flahertie Wills Wilde (16 October 1854 – 30 November 1900) was an Irish poet and playwright. After writing in different forms thr
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