The green prime stands for the desired maturity. The last leaves of autumn function as a rosary in such a perspective, venerating the same. Venus makes Pluto fall in love through her son Cupid.
Its purity lies in its virginity of being unpolluted by sophistication through the act of brushing, The merry birds are also missed. These mixed emotions form the prison for her soul.
They seem to be blushing in the last sunny hours. Their eyes are not dazzled owing to the lesser intensity of the autumn noon.
Silence There is a silence where hath been no sound, There is a silence where no sound may be, In the cold grave—under the deep, deep, sea, Or in wide desert where no life is found, Which hath been mute, and still must sleep profound; No voice is hushed—no life treads silently, But clouds and cloudy shadows wander free, That never spoke, over the idle ground: But in green ruins, in the desolate walls Of antique palaces, where Man hath been, Though the dun fox, or wild hyena, calls, And owls, that flit continually between, Shriek to the echo, and the low winds moan, There the true Silence is, self-conscious and alone.
She makes Cupid hit Pluto with one of his arrows. Pluto beholds Proserpina, who was at the time in Sicily playing with nymphs and collecting flowers, and immediately falls in love with her.
One could not fathom the intensity of decay.