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Men of Eleusis ye that with long staves	A
Sit in the market houses and speak words	B
Made sweet with wisdom as the rare wine is	C
Thickened with honey and ye sons of these	D
Who in the glad thick streets go up and down	E
For pastime or grave traffic or mere chance	F
And all fair women having rings of gold	G
On hands or hair and chiefest over these	D
I name you daughters of this man the king	H
Who dipping deep smooth pitchers of pure brass	I
Under the bubbled wells till each round lip	J
Stooped with loose gurgle of waters incoming	H
Found me an old sick woman lamed and lean	K
Beside a growth of builded olive boughs	L
Whence multiplied thick song of thick plumed throats	M
Also wet tears filled up my hollow hands	N
By reason of my crying into them	O
And pitied me for as cold water ran	P
And washed the pitchers full from lip to lip	J
So washed both eyes full the strong salt of tears	Q
And ye put water to my mouth made sweet	R
With brown hill berries so in time I spoke	S
And gathered my loose knees from under me	T
Moreover in the broad fair halls this month	U
Have I found space and bountiful abode	V
To please me I Demeter speak of this	W
Who am the mother and the mate of things	X
For as ill men by drugs or singing words	B
Shut the doors inward of the narrowed womb	Y
Like a lock bolted with round iron through	Z
Thus I shut up the body and sweet mouth	A2
Of all soft pasture and the tender land	B2
So that no seed can enter in by it	C2
Though one sow thickly nor some grain get out	D2
Past the hard clods men cleave and bite with steel	E2
To widen the sealed lips of them for use	F2
None of you is there in the peopled street	R
But knows how all the dry drawn furrows ache	G2
With no green spot made count of in the black	H2
How the wind finds no comfortable grass	I
Nor is assuaged with bud nor breath of herbs	I2
And in hot autumn when ye house the stacks	J2
All fields are helpless in the sun all trees	D
Stand as a man stripped out of all but skin	K2
Nevertheless ye sick have help to get	L2
By means and stablished ordinance of God	M2
For God is wiser than a good man is	C
But never shall new grass be sweet in earth	N2
Till I get righted of my wound and wrong	O2
By changing counsel of ill minded Zeus	F2
For of all other gods is none save me	T
Clothed with like power to build and break the year	P2
I make the lesser green begin when spring	H
Touches not earth but with one fearful foot	Q2
And as a careful gilder with grave art	R2
Soberly colours and completes the face	S2
Mouth chin and all of some sweet work in stone	T2
I carve the shapes of grass and tender corn	U2
And colour the ripe edges and long spikes	V2
With the red increase and the grace of gold	G
No tradesman in soft wools is cunninger	P2
To kill the secret of the fat white fleece	W2
With stains of blue and purple wrought in it	C2
Three moons were made and three moons burnt away	X2
While I held journey hither out of Crete	R
Comfortless tended by grave Hecate	R
Whom my wound stung with double iron point	R
For all my face was like a cloth wrung out	R
With close and weeping wrinkles and both lids	Y2
Sodden with salt continuance of tears	Q
For Hades and the sidelong will of Zeus	F2
And that lame wisdom that has writhen feet	R
Cunning begotten in the bed of Shame	Z2
These three took evil will at me and made	R
Such counsel that when time got wing to fly	A3
This Hades out of summer and low fields	B3
Forced the bright body of Persephone	U2
Out of pure grass where she lying down red flowers	C3
Made their sharp little shadows on her sides	D3
Pale heat pale colour on pale maiden flesh	E3
And chill water slid over her reddening feet	R
Killing the throbs in their soft blood and birds	B
Perched next her elbow and pecking at her hair	P2
Stretched their necks more to see her than even to sing	H
A sharp thing is it I have need to say	X2
For Hades holding both white wrists of hers	C3
Unloosed the girdle and with knot by knot	R
Bound her between his wheels upon the seat	R
Bound her pure body holiest yet and dear	P2
To me and God as always clothed about	R
With blossoms loosened as her knees went down	U2
Let fall as she let go of this and this	W
By tens and twenties tumbled to her feet	R
White waifs or purple of the pasturage	F3
Therefore with only going up and down	U2
My feet were wasted and the gracious air	P2
To me discomfortable and dun became	Z2
As weak smoke blowing in the under world	R
And finding in the process of ill days	G3
What part had Zeus herein and how as mate	R
He coped with Hades yokefellow in sin	U2
I set my lips against the meat of gods	H3
And drank not neither ate or slept in heaven	U2
Nor in the golden greeting of their mouths	I3
Did ear take note of me nor eye at all	J3
Track my feet going in the ways of them	O
Like a great fire on some strait slip of land	R
Between two washing inlets of wet sea	T
That burns the grass up to each lip of beach	K3
And strengthens waxing in the growth of wind	R
So burnt my soul in me at heaven and earth	N2
Each way a ruin and a hungry plague	L3
Visible evil nor could any night	R
Put cool between mine eyelids nor the sun	U2
With competence of gold fill out my want	R
Yea so my flame burnt up the grass and stones	M3
Shone to the salt white edges of thin sea	T
Distempered all the gracious work and made	R
Sick change unseasonable increase of days	G3
And scant avail of seasons for by this	W
The fair gods faint in hollow heaven there comes	N3
No taste of burnings of the twofold fat	R
To leave their palates smooth nor in their lips	O3
Soft rings of smoke and weak scent wandering	H
All cattle waste and rot and their ill smell	P3
Grows alway from the lank unsavoury flesh	E3
That no man slays for offering the sea	T
And waters moved between the heath and corn	U2
Preserve the people of fin twinkling fish	Q3
And river flies feed thick upon the smooth	R3
But all earth over is no man or bird	R
Except the sweet race of the kingfisher	P2
That lacks not and is wearied with much loss	S3
Meantime the purple inward of the house	T3
Was softened with all grace of scent and sound	R
In ear and nostril perfecting my praise	G3
Faint grape flowers and cloven honey cake	G2
And the just grain with dues of the shed salt	R
Made me content yet my hand loosened not	R
Its gripe upon your harvest all year long	O2
While I thus woman muffled in wan flesh	E3
And waste externals of a perished face	S2
Preserved the levels of my wrath and love	U3
Patiently ruled and with soft offices	V3
Cooled the sharp noons and busied the warm nights	W3
In care of this my choice this child my choice	X3
Triptolemus the king's selected son	U2
That this fair yearlong body which hath grown	U2
Strong with strange milk upon the mortal lip	J
And nerved with half a god might so increase	W2
Outside the bulk and the bare scope of man	U2
And waxen over large to hold within	U2
Base breath of yours and this impoverished air	P2
I might exalt him past the flame of stars	Y3
The limit and walled reach of the great world	R
Therefore my breast made common to his mouth	A2
Immortal savours and the taste whereat	R
Twice their hard life strains out the coloured veins	Z3
And twice its brain confirms the narrow shell	P3
Also at night unwinding cloth from cloth	A4
As who unhusks an almond to the white	R
And pastures curiously the purer taste	R
I bared the gracious limbs and the soft feet	R
Unswaddled the weak hands and in mid ash	B4
Laid the sweet flesh of either feeble side	R
More tender for impressure of some touch	C4
Than wax to any pen and lit around	R
Fire and made crawl the white worm shapen flame	Z2
And leap in little angers spark by spark	D4
At head at once and feet and the faint hair	P2
Hissed with rare sprinkles in the closer curl	E4
And like scaled oarage of a keen thin fish	Q3
In sea water so in pure fire his feet	R
Struck out and the flame bit not in his flesh	E3
But like a kiss it curled his lip and heat	R
Fluttered his eyelids so each night I blew	Z
The hot ash red to purge him to full god	R
Ill is it when fear hungers in the soul	F4
For painful food and chokes thereon being fed	R
And ill slant eyes interpret the straight sun	U2
But in their scope its white is wried to black	H2
By the queen Metaneira mean I this	W
For with sick wrath upon her lips and heart	R
Narrowing with fear the spleenful passages	V3
She thought to thread this web's fine ravel out	R
Nor leave her shuttle split in combing it	R
Therefore she stole on us and with hard sight	R
Peered and stooped close then with pale open mouth	A2
As the fire smote her in the eyes between	U2
Cried and the child's laugh sharply shortening	H
As fire doth under rain fell off the flame	Z2
Writhed once all through and died and in thick dark	D4
Tears fell from mine on the child's weeping eyes	G4
Eyes dispossessed of strong inheritance	H4
And mortal fallen anew Who not the less	I4
From bud of beard to pale grey flower of hair	P2
Shall wax vinewise to a lordly vine whose grapes	J4
Bleed the red heavy blood of swoln soft wine	U2
Subtle with sharp leaves' intricacy until	K4
Full of white years and blossom of hoary days	G3
I take him perfected for whose one sake	G2
I am thus gracious to the least who stands	N
Filleted with white wool and girt upon	U2
As he whose prayer endures upon the lip	J
And falls not waste wherefore let sacrifice	L4
Burn and run red in all the wider ways	G3
Seeing I have sworn by the pale temples' band	R
And poppied hair of gold Persephone	U2
Sad tressed and pleached low down about her brows	L
And by the sorrow in her lips and death	M4
Her dumb and mournful mouth d minister	P2
My word for you is eased of its harsh weight	R
And doubled with soft promise and your king	H
Triptolemus this Celeus dead and swathed	R
Purple and pale for golden burial	N4
Shall be your helper in my services	V3
Dividing earth and reaping fruits thereof	U3
In fields where wait well girt well wreathen all	J3
The heavy handed seasons all year through	Z
Saving the choice of warm spear headed grain	U2
And stooping sharp to the slant sided share	P2
All beasts that furrow the remeasured land	R
With their bowed necks of burden equable	N4