And you, too, like to Lurlaline, a lovelier song would sing,
If only you knew what they mean, the flowers and ev'ry thing.
If you were like a water sprite—the water sprites know well
The wondrous things of day and night, and all they have to tell;
They know and love the creatures wild, and all the flowers that grow;
They live with them and love them well, God's hidden pets they know.
And now if you want more to know what Amodine saw there,
You first must love all things below, in water, earth, and air;
You first must love all things that move among the trees and flowers,
And then you shall have more to love in shining fairy bowers.