Capitolo 7
Its austere face could not be the small Violet, and on through
the long room that she has gone, careless of the snow on which has gathered
his/her feet and the dismal wind that you/he/she has blown around her; while the King
with asking himself/herself/itself eyes it looked on the gilded light on which has played the
you wall up dark as her it passed.
The flowers, as if theirs knew their part, he/she explained their bright leaves,
and it poured before their sweeter perfume, as, kneeling himself/herself/itself to the throne,
it said the small brave Fairy,--
"Or King of the withering and it is distressed, doesn't send away me up to me has
the light and the joy that Your bright dark house will do returned
and beautiful again. Allow me to recall to the distressed gardens the
forms of fair that have gone, and their soft voices that bless her want
ever hands a joy to Your breast failing. Throws from Your frozen crown
and scepter, and it slightly made the light of the sun of fall of love on Your heart.
"Then desire again earth's flower in all of his/her beauty and Your weak eyes
only remains on forms of fair, while music will play through these
salt dark, and the love of thankful hearts is the Your. Has the pity
on the flower-spirit kind, and it doesn't condemn them to a first death,
when it is probable that they blooms in beauty of fadeless, while doing us more wise man from them
kind teachings and the earth brightest from their beautiful forms.
These recopy in beautiful flowers, with the prayers of every Delicate Earth that I have placed
before You; Or it doesn't send away me up to them answers."
And with fall of torn wounds often and fasting on their tender leaves,
Violet placed the garland to its feet, while the gilded light ever grew
more diamond as it fell on the small form that so humbly kneels there.
Does her austere of the King it grew milder as him it looked fixed on the kind Fairy,
and the flowers seemed to repute imploringly it; while them
fragrant bawls slightly played in its ear, while saying of theirs to die
sisters, and some joy gives to bring the happiness to the weak