Proserpine ...

"In the vale of Enna, there is a lake embowered in woods, which screen it from the fervid rays of the sun, whilst the moist ground is covered with flowers, and spring reigns perpetual. Here Proserpine was playing with her companions, gathering lilies and violets, and filling her basket and her apron with them, when Pluto saw her, loved her and carried her off. She screamed for help to her mother and companions; and when in fright she dropped the corners of her apron and let the flowers fall, childlike she felt the loss of them in addition to her grief. The ravisher urged on his steeds, calling them each by name, and throwing loose over their heads and necks his iron-coloured reins. When he reached the River Cyane, and it opposed his passage, he struck the river bank with his trident, and the earth opened and gave him passage to Tartarus." Extract taken from The Golden Age Of Myth & Legend by Thomas Bulfinch, Chapter VII, page 65