All loosen the golden reins of Helios
and arraign the ancient nymphs of the half-hidden alcoves
for all will be measured to new oblivion
and fitted to Faustian forgetfulness
Night shall be cast away under the glare of Argus-Eyed cities
And days shall rush by withered by productive rhythms
And there will be no song, no feast, no true fecundity
For the Lyre is unstrung and rusted
The Banquet tables lain bare
For Today Persephone shall be crowned queen of the underworld forever