I1O EPILOGUE
And thou, Persephone, I know thy story,
That I must taste the terror of thy wrong:
How Hades ride across the promontory,
Snatch my pale body in mid over-song ;
Drag me from sight of my Apollo’s glory
With horses strong. |
Nay! as Apollo half the day is shrouded,
As Artemis twice seven nights is dark;
Surely he shines in other land unclouded,
Surely her shaft shall find another mark.
So dawns the day on Acheron ghost-crowded,
And on my bark.
I know not how yon world may prove, nor
whither
Hermes conduct me to what farther end.
Yet if these bays abide, this heart not wither,
It cannot be I shall not find a friend.
Some pale immortal lover draw me thither!
To kiss me bend!
Moreover, as Apollo re-arisen
Flames, with a roaring of the morning sea,
Up from the stricken gray, the iron - barred
prison,
Flashes his face again upon the lea,
And diamond dews the woodland Ones bedizen ;
So—so for me!