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To Rollo
Chases Pluto, Lord of Hell,
Round the fields of asphodel :
Sinks to sleep at last, supine
On the lap of Proserpine !
While your earthly part shall pass,
Puppy, into flowers and grass !
To Rollo
Chases Pluto, Lord of Hell,
Round the fields of asphodel :
Sinks to sleep at last, supine
On the lap of Proserpine !
While your earthly part shall pass,
Puppy, into flowers and grass !