At Eleusis.

        I, at Eleusis, saw the finest sight,
    When early morning's banners were unfurled.
    From high Olympus, gazing on the world,
        The ancient gods once saw it with delight.
        Sad Demeter had in a single night
    Removed her sombre garments! and mine eyes
    Beheld a 'broidered mantle in pale dyes
        Thrown o'er her throbbing bosom. Sweet and clear
        There fell the sound of music on mine ear.
    And from the South came Hermes, he whose lyre
    One time appeased the great Apollo's ire.
        The rescued maid, Persephone, by the hand
        He led to waiting Demeter, and cheer
        And light and beauty once more blessed the land.