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gather them; fear not--I will not stray.
    Ino.
Nor fear that I shall loiter in my task.
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Exit.
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    [Sidenote: (By Shelley.)]
Pros.
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sings as she gathers her flowers.
) [10] Sacred Goddess, Mother Earth, Thou from whose immortal bosom Gods, and men, and beasts have birth, Leaf, and blade, and bud, and blossom, Breathe thine influence most divine On thine own child Proserpine.
    If with mists of evening dew Thou dost nourish these young flowers Till they grow in scent and hue Fairest children of the hours[,] Breathe thine influence most divine On thine own child Proserpine.
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she looks around.
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    My nymphs have left me, neglecting the commands Of my dear Mother. Where can they have strayed? Her caution makes me fear to be alone;-- I'll pass that yawning cave and seek the spring Of Arethuse, where water-lilies bloom Perhaps the nymph now wakes tending her waves, She loves me well and oft desires my stay,-- The lilies shall adorn my mother's crown. [11]
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Exit.
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After a pause enter Eunoe.
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    Eun.
I've won my prize! look at this fragrant rose! But where is Proserpine? Ino has strayed Too far I fear, and she will be fatigued, As I am now, by my long toilsome search.
    Enter Ino.
    Oh! you here, Wanderer! Where is Proserpine?
    Ino.
My lap's heaped up with sweets; dear Proserpine, You will not chide me now for idleness;-- Look here are all the treasures of the field,-- First these fresh violets, which crouched beneath A mossy rock, playing at hide and seek With both the sight and sense through the high fern; Star-eyed narcissi & the drooping bells Of hyacinths; and purple polianthus, Delightful flowers are these; but where is she, The loveliest of them all, our Mistress dear?
    Eun.
I know not, even now I left her here, Guarded by you, oh Ino, while I climbed Up yonder steep for this most worthless rose:-- Know you not where she is? Did you forget Ceres' behest, and thus forsake her child?
    Ino.
Chide not, unkind Eunoe, I but went Down that dark glade, where underneath the shade [12] [Footnote: MS. pages numbered 11, 12, &c., to the end instead of 12, 13, &c.] Of those high trees the sweetest violets grow,-- I went at her command. Alas! Alas! My heart sinks down; I dread she may be lost;-- Eunoe, climb the hill, search that ravine, Whose close, dark sides may hide her from our view:-- Oh, dearest, haste! Is that her snow-white robe?
    Eun.
No;--'tis a faun [Footnote: MS.
fawn.
] beside its sleeping Mother, Browsing the grass;--what will thy Mother say, Dear Proserpine, what will bright Ceres feel, If her return be welcomed not by thee?
    Ino.
These are wild thoughts,--& we are wrong to fear That any ill can touch the child of heaven; She is not lost,--trust me, she has but strayed Up some steep mountain path, or in yon dell, Or to the rock where yellow wall-flowers grow, Scaling with venturous step the narrow path Which the goats fear to tread;--she will return And mock our fears.
    Eun.
The sun now dips his beams In the bright sea; Ceres descends at eve From Jove's high conclave; if her much-loved child Should meet her not in yonder golden field, Where to the evening wind the ripe grain waves Its yellow head, how will her heart misgive. [13] Let us adjure the Naiad of yon brook[,] She may perchance have seen our Proserpine, And tell us to what distant field she's strayed:-- Wait thou, dear Ino, here, while I repair To the tree-shaded source of her swift stream.
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Exit Eunoe.
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    Ino.
Why does my heart misgive? & scalding tears, That should but mourn, now prophecy her loss? Oh, Proserpine! Where'er your luckless fate Has hurried you,--to wastes of desart sand, Or black Cymmerian cave, or dread Hell, Yet Ino still will follow! Look where Eunoe Comes, with down cast eyes and faltering steps, I fear the worst;--
    Re-enter Eunoe.
    Has she not then been seen?
    Eun.
Alas, all hope is vanished! Hymera says She slept the livelong day while the hot beams Of Phoebus drank her waves;--nor did she wake Until her reed-crowned head was wet with