Persephone, O Moon of men's desire,
Thy lambent light illumines with cold moon-fire!
Persephone, Persephone,
Moon of the night, we long for thee,
In outer space the springs of being rise;
With tidal sweep life streams across the skies,
And in men's hearts awake the slumbering fires -
Thou art the Queen of dreams and desires.
Persephone, Persephone,
Moon of the night, we come to thee!
Dione Fortune - Moon magic
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