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2Meanwhile Proserpine’s mother Ceres, with panic in her heart vainly sought her daughter over all lands and over all the sea.Questions! Questions!Where she, where she, where she be, where she gone? Where high and low meet I search, nd can’t, way down the islands’ way I gone — south: day-time and night-time living with she, down by the just-down-the-way sea she friending sh and crab with alone, in the bay-blue morning she does wake with kiskeedee and crow-cock — skin green like lime, hair indigo-blue, eyes hot like sunshine-time; grief gone mad with crazy — so them say. Before the questions too late, before I forget how they stay, crazy or no crazy I must nd she.