libretto iii

Proserpina:

When I had left the birds were winging
Sweet airs, sweet airs,
They left me with a dirge
That I carried underneath.

When the primavernal empress
Leaves for cavernous hours,
The river hardens for his grief
That comes from deep within.

When Proserpina leaves the House of Bounty
And the clouds visit the villagers
They all seek out her tracks.

The dowry of Fall is full paid,
The king of Depth now pines in waiting;
The Duchy of Green is come again!