And my flight is growing slow?
I am all in rags and tatters,
And am ready now to go
“‘To the land of blessed perfume,
To the haven of the blest,
Where all toil and care are ended,
And the honey-bees have rest!’”
These verses made the flower-elf very thoughtful—so thoughtful that he flew straight into Rainbow, who was flying in another direction.
“Excuse me!” exclaimed Rainbow; which meant, of course, “Excuse you!”
And when Iris-Wing recited the story of the dying honey-bee, Rainbow almost shed a tear—a thing that had never been heard of among the Elves of Mount Fern.