The prince was left alone; and now Nymphalin, seeing the coast clear, wrapped herself up in a cloak made out of a withered leaf; and only letting her eyes glow out from the hood, she glided from the reeds, and the prince turning round, saw a dark fairy figure by his side.

He drew back, a little startled, and placed his hand on his sword, when Nymphalin circling round him, sang the following words:-- THE FAIRY'S REPROACH.
I.By the glow-worm's lamp in the dewy brake; By the gossamer's airy net; By the shifting skin of the faithless snake, Oh, teach me to forget: For none, ah none Can teach so well that human spell As thou, false one! II.

By the fairy dance on the greensward smooth; By the winds of the gentle west; By the loving stars, when their soft looks soothe The waves on their mother's breast, Teach me thy lore! By which, like withered flowers, The leaves of buried Hours Blossom no more! III.

By the tent in the violet's bell; By the may on the scented bough; By the lone green isle where my sisters dwell; And thine own forgotten vow, Teach me to live, Nor feed on thoughts that pine For love so false as thine! Teach me thy lore, And one thou lov'st no more Will bless thee and forgive! "Surely," said Fayzenheim, faltering, "surely I know that voice!" And Nymphalin's cloak dropped off her shoulder.

"My English fairy!" and Fayzenheim knelt beside her.
I wish you had seen the fay kneel, for you would have sworn it was so like a human lover that you would never have sneered at love afterwards.
Love is so fairy-like a part of us, that even a fairy cannot make it differently from us,--that is to say, when we love truly.
There was great joy in the island that night among the elves.