LISA. [Runs up to Pehr.] There he is! Ah--he sleeps! [Sees
something that glitters.] What is that? [Picks up ring, which Pehr
dropped when he fell.] A ring! He is sleeping in the snow! What can
have happened? He is hurt! What can I do? In the very heart of the
forest and right in the snow! Not a human being comes this way.
He'll freeze to death if he cannot get away. The good fairy sent me
here to look up that boy, but she did not tell me that I should
find him half dead in a snow drift! If only it were summer, with
the sun shining on the green grass-carpet--

[Lisa fingers ring. Transformation: Landscape is changed from
winter into summer; brook loses ice-cake and runs forth between the
stones; sun shines on the whole.]

LISA. What can be the meaning of this! [Amazed, glances in all
directions. Pehr awakens.]

PEHR. [Rubbing his eyes.] Why, what is this--I fly from the church
tower, come into a forest of snow, throw snowballs, skate, bump my
head on the ice, lose my senses--then I wake up and find that it is
summer! Have I been lying here under the snow six months? No, it
doesn't seem likely. [Looks at himself in the brook.] I'm as red as
a rose. [Bends over water.] But what do I see down in the deep--A
blue sky, green trees, white water-lilies, and right in their
midst--a girl!--just like the one the youth had his arm around in
the Christmas-home: flowing hair, a mouth like a song, eyes like
the dove's!--Ah! she nods to me--I'm coming, I'm coming! [About to
plunge into the brook, when Lisa gives a cry. He turns.] There she
is! A moment ago she was down here.