"Proserpina was playing in that glade
with her companions.
Brilliant as butterflies
They flitted hither and thither excitedly
Among the lilies and violets. She was heaping
The fold of her dress with the flowers,
Hurrying to pick more, to gather most,
Piling more than any of her friends into baskets.
There the Lord of Hell suddenly saw her.
In the sweep of a single glance
He fell in love
And snatched her away--

Love pauses for nothing."