150 Of Felix, and this man must be the Of Christ and the Sultan's daughter? That is the prettiest legend of them all. PRINCE HENRY. Then tell it to me, But first come hither. Lay the flowers down beside me, And put both thy hands in mine. Now tell me the story. ELSIE. Early in the morning The Sultan's daughter Walked in her father's garden, Gathering the bright flowers, All full of dew. PRINCE HENRY. Just as thou hast been doing This morning, dearest Elsie. ELSIE. 130 And as she gathered them She wondered more and more Who was the Master of the flowers, And made them grow Out of the cold, dark earth. "In my heart," she said, "I love him; and for him Would leave my father's palace, To labor in his garden." 160 170 |