Adonis you have slumbered long
In the Underworld of her deep embrace.
When in Friendly fickle jest
I gave permission to Persephone
I little guessed the long night
Of her Arctic Winter Love
Would hold so fast beyond its season due.
My warm rains alone cannot melt
This vast glacial continent;
They change to bitter sleet, unappeased.
A deluge worthy of Olympians,
Lachrymal gifts of more than one god
Must be meted out to quicken
To imperceptibly arouse
The frozen earthen mountain breast.
Aphrodite awaits you;
Even shallow roots can remain strong
But the Young Bud freezes in its sheath.