I heard Persephone pass
On the thin grass, the pale grass,
And the world broke into a mist of green!
And the curled roots and the new shoots
Thrilled where her feet had been!
I heard Persephone pass,
And the whole earth sang!
And the wee buds rang
In their secret place
In the womb of the warm, brown sod.
And I looked and saw Persephone's face --
And it was the Face of God!
First published in The Australian Woman's Mirror, 27 November 1928
