Third Fairy—It must be, it must be, for he cannot see.
First Fairy—He cannot see till he sees no more.
Selma— (As before.)
You said he would come when the dog-wood bloomed.
Second Fairy—Oh, see them!
Third Fairy— See the fairies!
(They all look up the slope.)
First Fairy— Round they go,
In their ringlets whirling, whirling.
Fourth Fairy—At every sparkle racing through the wood,
From crottle, kingcup, and green maiden-hair
In dainty gowpens fetch the dewy globes
And slide them down the sagging gossamers
To light them in the dance.
(They glance toward the stump. Seeing that they have not succeeded in attracting Selma's attention, they take hands and circle toward her singing.)
Hark the bracken rustle, sister.
Other elves are awaking, peeping,
While the cowslip buds are weeping
On the downs and in the dells.
Trip it softly, softly, sister,
Lest the stock-dove, lightly sleeping,
Wake and hear our fairy bells.