Be to her, Persephone, br All the things I might not be: br Take her head upon your knee. br She that was so proud and wild, br Flippant, arrogant and free, br She that had no need of me, br Is a little lonely child br Lost in Hell,—Persephone, br Take her head upon your knee: br Say to her, "My dear, my dear, br It is not so dreadful here."br br Edna St.