Proserpina Monologue from Proserpine and Midas

From Proserpine and Midas by Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

female · joyful · 1:05 min

Then I again behold thee, Mother dear:— Again I tread the flowery plain of Enna, And clasp thee, Arethuse, & you, my nymphs; I have escaped from hateful Tartarus, The abode of furies and all loathed shapes That thronged around me, making hell more black. Oh! I could worship thee, light giving Sun, Who spreadest warmth and radiance o’er the world. Look at (2) the branches of those chesnut trees, That wave to the soft breezes, while their stems Are tinged with red by the sun’s slanting rays. And the soft clouds that float ’twixt earth and sky. How sweet are all these sights! There all is night! No God like that ((pointing to the sun.)) smiles on the Elysian plains, The air (is) windless, and all shapes are still.

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