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Thoughts on death and burial

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