When yours is a thousand leagues over the water,
Daughter, daughter,
My sweet daughter!
Love is not far, my daughter!

The Singer then drops a second flower into the lap of the child in
the middle, and goes away, and this ends the first part of the game.
The Emperor's Daughter is not yet released, for the key of her tower
is understood to be still in the keeping of the dancing children.
Very likely it is bed-time by this, and mothers are calling from
windows and gates, and the children must run home to their warm
bread-and-milk and their cool sheets. But if time is still to spare,
the second part of the game is played like this. The dancers once
more encircle their weeping comrade, and now they are gowned in
white and pink. They will indicate these changes perhaps by colored
ribbons, or by any flower in its season, or by imagining themselves
first in green and then in rose, which is really the best way of
all. Well then--

(The Ladies, in gowns of white and rose-color, stand around The
Emperor's Daughter, weeping in her Tower. To them once more comes
The Wandering Singer with his lute.)

THE WANDERING SINGER
Lady, lady, my rose-white lady,
May I come into your orchard, lady?
For the blossom's now on the apple-bough
And the stars are near and the lawn is shady,
Lady, lady,
My fair lady,