I will away, and on the highest top
Of snowy Etna, kindle two clear flames.
Night shall not hide her from my anxious search,
No moment will I rest, or sleep, or pause
Till she returns, until I clasp again
My only loved one, my lost Proserpine.
Mary Shelley, Proserpine
Pint: Gabriel Rossetti
Proserpine, 1874
Dido's Lament
Dido et Eneas, Henry Purcell
Rosa Zaragoza
