Wild honey from various thyme By Michael Field [i.e. K. H. Bradley and E. E. Cooper] |
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DOMINA
A dream of Hades! “Mother, it befell”—I must not vex my mother, by my side:
Let her sleep on: the harvest spreadeth wide!
But I will hug my dreams; I love them well;
They come a gift from that great elm in hell
I know the shade of, with so much beside
Grown tender to me in my multiplied,
Exceeding sorrow, inconceivable.
Dear realm that is my home! Oh, to confer
Again with Cerberus, to see him stand,
Turn from his honey-cake, and lick my hand,
Pondering the fresher blood; for it was thus
That the god, passing languid, paused by us,
And on the instant called me Domina.
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