Proserpine Monologue

From Proserpine by Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

female · contemplative · 1:10 min

:Sacred Goddess, Mother Earth, :Thou from whose immortal bosom :Gods, and men, and beasts have birth, :Leaf, and blade, and bud, and blossom, :Breathe thine influence most divine :On thine own child Proserpine. :If with mists of evening dew :Thou dost nourish these young flowers :Till they grow in scent and hue :Fairest children of the hours, :Breathe thine influence most divine :On thine own child Proserpine. :My nymphs have left me, neglecting the commands :Of my dear Mother. Where can they have strayed? :Her caution makes me fear to be alone;– :I'll pass that yawning cave and seek the spring :Of Arethuse, where water-lilies bloom :Perhaps the nymph now wakes tending her waves, :She loves me well and oft desires my stay,– :The lilies shall adorn my mother's crown.

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