The Mother’s Tragedy

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!