(_The first stoops down and looks up into Selma's face. The others whisper together. From the thicket below, two other fairies enter._) FOURTH FAIRY--(_Stopping._) Hark, how it tinkles! FIFTH FAIRY--It's the dew falling. (_They hurry up the slope._) FIRST FAIRY--(_Rising quickly._) Her eyes are wet! SECOND AND THIRD--(_To fourth and fifth._) Her eyes are wet! FOURTH FAIRY-- Sister, Anemones are opening in the wind. FIFTH FAIRY--And every pink is jeweled in the fells. FIRST FAIRY--And here are buttercups. THIRD FAIRY-- And violets. SECOND FAIRY-- (_Stooping._) See, sister, here I bring the first frilled fern. I found it where the dashing water-fall Sprayed it. It was uncurling near a rock. SELMA-- (_Without looking up._) I do not like you, for you will not tell. (_The fairies start and exchange glances._) FIRST FAIRY--Oh, see the dew-globes break upon the moss! (_She runs back a little way among the trees. The others follow her and they talk among themselves._) SECOND FAIRY--Where is he now? THIRD FAIRY-- He is making his way To his cold dark cell in the cold dark house Where the lizards dart and the crickets call. FIRST FAIRY--I heard the grind of his wooden shoe On the mountain road; but she must not know. FOURTH FAIRY--We stood in the pines and we saw him pass, A thin white shadow she would not know. FIFTH FAIRY--And, sisters, he turned his face to the stars And we heard him sigh. FOURTH FAIRY-- And we heard him sigh. 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._