Capitolo 15
where any beam of light of the sun or the joy can enter.
"Sends before Your Spirits to bring on pain and the devastation
the happy earth, and it wins for you the fear and hate of those
who would love so gladly and they would revere her. Then takes this diamond
you crown, hard and I cool as Your his/her own heart it will be, if you will close out
everybody that is bright and beautiful. Both I am first You. Chooses."
The old King looked at the small Fairy, and you/he/she as lovingly
the bright gathered shades round off him, as whether to screen her/it
from every damage; the timid birds nested in his/her breast and the
flowers grew more correctly as her it reputed them; while his/her kind friends,
with torn wounds in their bright eyes, it folded up imploringly their hands,
and smiled on her.
Kind thought came crowding to its mind, and he turned to look to
the two buildings. Violet, so equitable and beautiful with his rustling
trees, calm, skies exposed to the sun and happy birds and flowers, all created
from his/her patient love and care. His/her really, so cold and dark color and dark,
his/her empty gardens where any flowers could bloom, any green break of trees,
or cheerful birds sing, entirely desolate and dim;--and while he looked fixed, his/her really
Spirits, while throwing away their dark mantles, it knelt in front of him and it implored
him don't send ahead them to damage the things the kind Fairies
this way very beloved. "We have served you greed and faithfully", it told them,
"I/you/he/she now give us our liberty that we can learn to be beloved from the dessert
flowers that we have damaged so long. You grant the prayer of the small Fairy;
and it allowed her to go up again her/it to his/her own dear house. You has taught us that
Love is mightier than the Fear. Chooses the Floral crown, and we will be
the truest subjects that you have ever had."
Among a burst of wild music, sweet, the Cold-king put then,
the Floral crown on his/her head, and it knelt to the small Violet; while far
and nearby, on the green and wide earth, it sounded the voices of flowers,