f a forest glade
He laid him down to sleep,
And I, the Poppy, kept faithful guard
That it might be sweet and deep.
But oft in his dreams he stirred and spoke,
And thy name was on his tongue,
And I learned his secret ere he woke,
When the fair new day was young.
And this is what he, whispering, said,
As he journeyed on in his way:
"Bear her my dreams in your chalice red,
For I dream of her night and day."

_Princess sings_

Spin, spin, O golden thread.
He dreams of me night and day!
The poppy's chalice is sweet and red.
Oh, Love will find a way!

[_Sixth messenger, a Daisy_.

_Daisy_

O Princess fair,
Far on the edge of the Summer-land
I stood with my face to the sun,
And the brave knight counted with strong hand
My petals, one by one.

And he said, "O Daisy, white and gold,
The princess must count them too.
By thy petals shall she be told
If my long, far quest is through.

"Whether or not her knight has found
The South Wind's flute that he sought."
So over the hills from the Summer-land,
Your true knight's token I've brought.

[_Gives Princess a large artificial daisy. She counts petals, slowly
dropping them one by one_.

_Princess_

Far on the edge of the Summer-land,
O Daisy, white and gold,
My true love held you in his hand.
What was the word he told?

He's found it. Found it not.
Found it. Found it not.

That magic flute of the South Wind, sweet,
Will he blow it, over the lea?
Will the fairy folk its call repeat,
And hasten to rescue me?

He's found it, found it not.
Found it, found it not.
Found it, found it not.
He's _found_ it!

[_Turning to the dog._

Come, Hero! Hear me, brother mine;
Thy gladness must indeed be mute,
But oh, the joy! We're saved! We're saved!
My knight has found the silver flute!

(_Sings_.)

"_Spin, Wheel, Reel Out Thy Golden Thread_"

[Illustration: Spin, Wheel, Reel Out Thy Golden Thread]

Spin, wheel, reel out thy golden thread,
My happy heart sings glad and gay,...
Hero shall 'scape the Ogre dread,
And I my own true love shall wed,
For love has found a way,
For love has found a way.

[_Curtain._

ACT III.

SCENE. _In front of Witch's Orchard. Knight comes riding by, blows flute
softly under the tower window. Princess leans out and waves her hand.
Knight dismounts, and little page takes horse, leading