(Silver wings and red roses)
Voice that in the wind dwells
(Golden wings and white roses).
“Sun-power and moon-power,
(Wild wings and pale roses)
Love for life or love an hour
(Witch-wind and dead roses).”
As the words ceased she swooned away, and when she came to herself, she was lying upon the attic floor with the air from the open sky-light blowing in, and Maddy Norey bending over her. She rose, rubbing her eyes.
“Now,” said the old woman, “spring from the ground.”
The Queen obeyed, and in an instant was standing on the window-sill in the flashing sunbeams, a pure white pigeon. She looked at the cornfield sloping away northward, and at the green clump of elms standing rich and heavy in the still heat, then spread out her new-found pinions and sailed away towards them.