Proserpine Monologue

From Proserpine by Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

female · joyful · 1:08 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 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 :smiles on the Elysian plains, :The air is windless, and all shapes are still.

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