Proserpine (oil replica, eighth version) Dante Gabriel Rossetti 1 © Birmingham Museums & Art Gallery Proserpine (oil replica, eighth version) Dante Gabriel Rossetti 1882 B.F.A.C. 1883, no. 92; Tate, Loan Exhibition of Works by Pre-Raphaelite Painters from Collections in Lancashire, 1913, no. 40 Birmingham City Museum and Art Gallery 7'27 oil 30 3/4 x 14 3/4 in. Dante Gabriele Rossetti 1882 Signature and date are inscribed on a scroll at the lower left. Benedetti, <hi rend="i">Dante Gabriel Rossetti</hi> , 343. Reproduction is cropped at the bottom. <artist/> <bibl/> <note/> </citnpictorial> <citnmythic> <name/> <culture/> <bibl/> <note/> </citnmythic> <citnhistorical> <event/> <place/> <date/> <bibl/> <note/> </citnhistorical> <citnautobiographical> <name/> <place/> <date/> <bibl/> <note/> </citnautobiographical> <citnscenic> <place/> <date/> <bibl/> <note/> </citnscenic> </listcitn> </source> <commentaries> <head>Commentary</head> <section type="intro"> <head>Introduction</head> <p>Commentary is not yet available for this image.</p> </section> <section type="prodhist"> <head>Production History</head> <p/> </section> <section type="recepthist"> <head>Reception</head> <p/> </section> <section type="icon"> <head>Iconograpic</head> <p/> </section> <section type="pictorial"> <head>Pictorial</head> <p/> </section> <section type="historical"> <head>Historical</head> <p/> </section> <section type="literary"> <head>Literary</head> <p/> </section> <section type="autobio"> <head>Autobiographical</head> <p/> </section> <section type="biblio"> <head>Bibliographic</head> <p> <bibl> <author>Surtees</author>, <xref doc="a.n6797.r58s9.vol1.rad" from="133" to="134" workcode="s233"> <title level="bk"> <hi rend="i">A Catalogue Raisonné</hi> , vol. 1, 133-134 (no. 233r-3).

Afar away the light that brings cold cheer Unto this wall,—one instant and no more Admitted at my distant palace-door. Afar the flowers of Enna from this drear Dire fruit, which, tasted once, must thrall me here). Afar those skies from this Tartarean grey That chills me: and afar, how far away, The nights that shall be from the days that were. Afar From mine own self I seem, and wing Strange ways in thought, and listen for a sign: And still some heart unto some soul doth pine, (Whose sounds mine inner sense is fain to bring, Continually together murmuring,) “Woe's me for thee, unhappy Proserpine!” Poem is located in the upper-right corner of the picture.