The child of the Lily Queen waiteth for thee.”
As she chanted, her voice grew fainter and fainter. Her form faded, becoming more and more shadow-like, until, at length, its last dim outline disappeared.
But while the Pale Lady was still gazing at the spot where the fairy had stood, she heard a voice faintly singing,—
“The Fairy Green
No more is seen.
Look not for me,
Dear lady. But see!
Where cometh above
The Spirit of Love.”