Proserpine Monologue

From Proserpine by Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

female · romantic · 46 sec

:Sweet Ino, well I know the love you bear :My dearest Mother prompts your partial voice, :And that love makes you doubly dear to me. :But you are idling,–look, my lap is full :Of sweetest flowers;–haste to gather more, :That before sunset we may make our crown. :Last night as we strayed through that glade, methought :The wind that swept my cheek bore on its wings :The scent of fragrant violets, hid :Beneath the straggling underwood; Haste, sweet, :To gather them; fear not–I will not stray.

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