98 THROUGH LIBRARY WINDOWS 



We'll circle the shrub where she lay, 

 We'll drink of the floral dew. 

 We'll sip of the nectar so sweet, 



This beautiful eve of May. 



There! Now look and listen, and oh! the joy 

 of it all : 



Soft stealing from the grotto fair 



Come Nympha, like leaves fluttering thro' the 



air. 

 Their feet scarce touch the tender blades of 



grass, 

 So light and airy is their dance. 



The whole garden is flooded with light from 

 the big round moon, causing their gauzy wings 

 and garbs to sparkle with every color of the 

 rainbow. With shouts of laughter and gleeful 

 pranks they form the ring and a jollier crowd 

 of midgets never met on earth. O fairy world, 

 indeed; beautiful, brilliant fairy folk, never a 

 sight so absorbing, so delicious, and so trans- 

 porting. Instantly Ruth said with bated breath, 

 "O, that Corot could paint that scene, for only 

 he could do it! How it reminds me of his 

 'Dance of the Nymphs' in that early morn so 

 full of enchantment and bewitchery." 



