He spoke of others, from before And yet she never wavered Her father said it could not be But still she held her ground She was certain it was love Though never loved before Experience left her behind But other merits shone Virtue was her crowning jewel Passion was her offer She did not worry, what she lacked Made her love no less whole |
While Miranda gains independence from Prospero in my interpretation, it seems that she may have lost some aspects of her personality in my singular focus on one subject matter: Ferdinand. In choosing these lines of Miranda to investigate, I ended up not including so many other facets of her personality (consider, for instance, her compassion for the shipwreck victims in the beginning of the play). I’ve written a poem about one side of Miranda, and so it cannot really be seen as a complete work that encompasses all of Miranda’s character. Rather, it takes just one part of Miranda and puts it in a new light.