Capitolo 73
and dark was grown weak garments they fell away; and under of, the bathrobes
of lily-leaves shone pure and immaculate in the sun-light.
Then, while happy torn wounds fell, Regina Dew-Drop put the bright crowns
on the heads arched of the knelt Fairies, and it placed in front of them
the wands theirs own good actions had made powerful.
They turned to thank small Bud for all of his/her patient love,
but she had gone; and tall above of, in the clear air, they saw,
the small form that travels again to the calm forest.
You needed anybody reward but the joy that she had given. The Delicate hearts
it was pure again, and its job was done; he/she anchors every Fairy-earth you/he/she had learned
a lesson from small kind Bud.
"Now, small Sunbeam, what has Him to tell us?" says the Regina,
looking down on an Elf bright-dagli eyes that mean sat hidden in the depth
musk to his/her feet.
"Me also, as Stella-tipsy, doesn't have nothing but a song to offer,"
answered the Fairy; and then, while the sweet voice of the nightingale
mixed with her really, she sang,--
CLOVER-FLOWER.
In a quiet, pleasant lawn,
Under of a sky in summer,
Where old green trees that their branches have rippled,
It is winds went singing from;
Where a small brook went rippling himself/herself/itself
So musically low,
It is momentary clouds they threw shades
On the undulant grass under;
Where low notes, sweets of thoughtful birds
You steal out on the fragrant air,
It is light of the sun gilded it polished undimmed
On the all more coolness and equitable;--
There a beautiful sisterhood bloomed
Of happy few blooms,
Together in this pleasant house,
Through times in summer of quiet.
Any ill-mannered hand came to gather them,
Any winds that cool for damaging;
The warm sunbeamses had been smiling on them for day,
It is soft dews they fell at night.
Then here, along the brook-side,
Under of the old green trees,
The dwelt of the flowers among their friends,
The sunbeams and the breeze.
A morning, as the flowers woke up,