Ideal monologue (Act 5) — The Merchant Prince of Cornville: A Comedy

Come, let us walk within this pleasant glen; And if we weary,--on a mossy bank, In the cool shade of interlacing leaves,-- We’ll watch the gentle coquetry between A burning sunbeam and a shaded fern. There’s not a fern-leaf, berry, blade of grass, Nor flower, but I’ll gather it for thee. If at thy feet it grow, then I’ll kneel there; If higher, in a crevice of the cliff, Together we will reach for it, and in The touching of our finger-tips it shall Part company with earth in ecstasy. And if, above, thou dost but gladly view That most sky-kissing flower, the heavenly bluebell, Which with transparent hue embellishes The summit of the cliff, why, I’ll climb there.