Capitolo 4
do you give his/her cruel spirits? Who will give us suggestions? Who will be
our messenger for the last time? You speak, my subjects."
Then a great murmuring they rose, and many spoke, some for more expensive gifts,
some for war; and the patience of terrible counselled and subjugation.
Long and eagerly they spoke, and their soft voices of rose tall.
Then sweet music played on the air, and the strong tones were made to keep silent,
as in to wonder silence the Fairies it waited for what should come.
Through the crowd there it came to a small form, a garland of pure
white violets placed among the bright locks that are so slightly fallen
you round off the kind face, where a deep blush burnt, as, kneeling himself/herself/itself to
the throne, said the small Violet:--
"Dear Regina, we have bent to the power of the Cold-king, we have borne
you give to his/her pride, but we have confidently gone to him and
done fearlessly speak of his bad actions? We have shed the soft light
of love of unwearied around his/her cold heart, and with patient tenderness
does show him/it as diamond and beautiful love you/he/she can also make the darkest destiny?
"Our messengers have fearfully gone, and with cold glances and
elegant words offered him rich gifts, things that he would not appreciate,
and with equal pride he has sent again them.
"Then it allowed me of, the more weak of Your ribbon to go to him, while having trust
in the love I know lies hidden in the coldest heart.
"I will only bear a garland of our more equitable flowers; these
desire I leave without breath around their bright faces and he, lovingly looking
in his, it will bring sweet thoughts to his/her dark mind and them
theft of soft breath in likes kind words. Then, when he sees them
growing weak himself/herself/itself on his/her breast, desire him I don't sigh that there is not there heat
to hold them fresh and beautiful? This wish that I do, the dear Regina and
you leave never his/her dark house, you cultivate the falls of light of the sun on flowers