Pale, beyond porch and portal,  
 Crowned with calm leaves, she stands  
 Who gathers all things mortal  
 With cold immortal hands.
'The Garden of Proserpine' (1866)
Pale, beyond porch and portal,  
 Crowned with calm leaves, she stands  
 Who gathers all things mortal  
 With cold immortal hands.
'The Garden of Proserpine' (1866)