Dull and Day had both told Duldy how he had been found on the banks of the stream lying on a white bed of soft foam, and he was very fond of sitting by the brook, listening to its babbling talk, and thinking that it might tell him something about his unknown parents. One day, while he was thus sitting dreaming about the lovely princess, and wondering if he would ever see her again, he heard a light laugh, and thought he saw an arch face peering out at him from behind the falling foam of the waterfall. As he looked steadily, the face vanished, but he caught a glimpse of two white arms playing with the sparkling water, and again saw the smiling face. Then the stream seemed to stop babbling and fretting among its stones, and form itself into words, which grew louder and clearer as he listened. It was not the murmur of the waterfall, nor the sighing of the wind, nor the babbling of the stream, but a voice, much more beautiful than all three, which sounded from behind the veil of foam, and sang this song: “I am the daughter Of earth and water, Born of the sun and the snow so white. I fall in foam From my mountain home, Downward flash in a torrent bright. My streamlet rushes And sparkling gushes, Cold as ice from the virgin snow; And see these swirls, My foamy curls Ringlets white in the pool below. Now see me dancing, Chattering, glancing; Over and under the grey stones grim I slide, I creep, I bound, I leap, On and on thro’ the forest dim; Then, broadly flowing, Where corn is growing, Yellow fields ’neath the azure sky, Thro’ cities old My waters cold By turret and tower go gliding by. I hear the laughing Of revellers quaffing Wine, red wine, in the splendid night; At morning grey I pass away, Golden now in the gold dawn’s light. With ceaseless motion I flow to ocean, Encircle first the King’s chief town. From dark to light, From dawn till night, Ocean calls, and I hurry down.”