Just opposite his tree she stood, ceased her song, dropped her arms, and broke out into a long clear laugh, musical as a brook.

Then, as if tired, she threw herself on the grass, and lay gazing at the moon.

The prince was almost afraid to breathe lest he should startle her, and she should vanish from his sight.

As to venturing near her, that never came into his head.
She had lain for a long hour or longer, when the prince began again to doubt concerning her.

Perhaps she was but a vision of his own fancy.