O SINGER of Persephone!
 In the dim meadows desolate
 Dost thou remember Sicily?

 Still through the ivy flits the bee
 Where Amaryllis lies in state;
 O Singer of Persephone!

 Simætha calls on Hecate
 And hears the wild dogs at the gate;
 Dost thou remember Sicily?

 Still by the light and laughing sea
 Poor Polypheme bemoans his fate:
 O Singer of Persephone!

 And still in boyish rivalry
 Young Daphnis challenges his mate:
 Dost thou remember Sicily?

 Slim Lacon keeps a goat for thee,
 For thee the jocund shepherds wait,
 O Singer of Persephone!
 Dost thou remember Sicily?