The Return of Persephone

Gliding through the still air, he made no sound;

Wing-shod and deft, dropped almost at her feet,

And searched the ghostly regiments and found

The living eyes, the tremor of breath, the beat

Of blood in all that bodiless underground.

She left her majesty; she loosed the zone

Of darkness and put by the rod of dread.

Standing, she turned her back upon the throne

Where, well she knew, the Ruler of the Dead,

Lord of her body and being, sat like stone;

Stared with his ravenous eyes to see her shake

The midnight drifting from her loosened hair,

The girl once more in all her actions wake,

The blush of colour in her cheeks appear

Lost with her flowers that day beside the lake.

The summer flowers scattering, the shout,

The black manes plunging down to the black pit —

Memory or dream? She stood awhile in doubt,

Then touched the Traveller God’s brown arm and met

His cool, bright glance and heard his words ring out:

“Queen of the Dead and Mistress of the Year!”

— His voice was the ripe ripple of the corn;

The touch of dew, the rush of morning air —

“Remember now the world where you were born;

The month of your return at last is here.”

And still she did not speak, but turned again

Looking for answer, for anger, for command:

The eyes of Dis were shut upon their pain;

Calm as his marble brow, the marble hand

Slept on his knee. Insuperable disdain

Foreknowing all bounds of passion, of power, of art,

Mastered but could not mask his deep despair.

Even as she turned with Hermes to depart,

Looking her last on her grim ravisher

For the first time she loved him from her heart.

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• Sonnet 94: They that have power to hurt and will do none by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 93: So shall I live, supposing thou art true by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 92: But do thy worst to steal thy self away by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 91: Some glory in their birth, some in their skill by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 90: Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 8: Music to hear, why hear’st thou music sadly? by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 89: Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 88: When thou shalt be disposed to set me light by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 87: Farewell! Thou art too dear for my possessing by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 86: Was it the proud full sail of his great verse by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 85: My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 84: Who is it that says most, which can say more by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 83: I never saw that you did painting need by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 82: I grant thou wert not married to my Muse by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 81: Or I shall live your epitaph to make by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 80: O, how I faint when I of you do write by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 7: Lo, in the orient when the gracious light by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 79: Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 78: So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 77: Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare

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