"Go bid the Princess in the tower
Forget all thought of sorrow.
Her true knight will return to her
With joy, on some glad morrow."

[_Disappears._

_Princess sings_

Spin! spin! The golden thread
Holds no thought of sorrow.
My true knight he shall come to me
With joy on some glad morrow.

[_Second flower messenger, dressed as Pansy, appears at window._

_Pansy_

Gracious Princess,
I come from Feal the Faithful.
He plucked me from my bower,
And said, speed to the Princess
And say, "Like this sweet flower
The thoughts within my bosom
Bloom ever, love, of thee.
Oh, read the pansy's message,
And give a thought to me."

[_Pansy disappears._

_Princess sings_

Spin, spin, O golden thread!
And turn, O humming wheel.
This pansy is his thought of me,
My true knight, brave and leal.

[_Third flower messenger, a pink Rose._

_Rose_

Thy true knight battled for thee to-day,
On a fierce and bloody field,
But he won at last in the hot affray,
By the heart of gold on his shield.

He saw me blushing beside a wall,
My petals pink in the sun
With pleasure, because such a valiant knight
The hard-fought battle had won.

And he kissed me once on my soft pink cheek,
And once in my heart of gold,
And bade me hasten to thee and speak.
Pray take the message I hold.

[_Princess goes to the window, takes a pink rose from the messenger.
As she walks back, kisses it and fastens it on her dress. Then turns to
wheel again._

_Princess sings_

Spin, spin, O golden thread,
And turn, O happy wheel.
The pink rose brought in its heart of gold
A kiss, his love to seal.

[_Fourth messenger, a Forget-me-not._

_Forget-me-not_

Fair Princess,
Down by the brook, when the sun was low,
A brave knight paused to slake
His thirst in the water's silver flow,
As he journeyed far for thy sake.

He saw me bending above the stream,
And he said, "Oh, happy spot!
Ye show me the Princess Winsome's eyes
In each blue forget-me-not."
He bade me bring you my name to hide
In your heart of hearts for ever,
And say as long as its blooms are blue,
No power true hearts can sever.

_Princess sings_

Spin, spin, O golden thread.
O wheel, my happy lot
It is to hide within my heart
That name, forget-me-not.

[_Fifth messenger, a Poppy._

_Poppy_

Dear Princess Winsome,
Within the shade o