Monologue

Proserpine Monologue

From Proserpine by Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

female · romantic · 44 sec

:Dear Mother, let me kiss that tear which steals :Down your pale cheek altered by care and grief. :This is not misery; 'tis but a slight change :Prom our late happy lot. Six months with thee, :Each moment freighted with an age of love: :And the six short months in saddest Tartarus :Shall pass in dreams of swift returning joy. :Six months together we shall dwell on earth, :Six months in dreams we shall companions be, :Jove's doom is void; we are forever joined.

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