He stopped and plucked me from my stem,
And said, “Sweet Morning-glory,
Be thou my messenger to-day,
And carry back my story.

“Go bid the Princess in the tower
Forget all thought of sorrow. 
Her true knight will return to her
With joy, on some glad morrow.” [Disappears.

Princess sings. Spin! spin!  The golden thread
Holds no thought of sorrow. 
My true knight he shall come to me
With joy on some glad morrow.

  [Second flower messenger, dressed at Pansy, appears at window.

Pansy. Gracious Princess,
I come from Feal the Faithful. 
He plucked me from my bower,
And said, speed to the Princess
And say, “Like this sweet flower
The thoughts within my bosom
Bloom ever, love, of thee. 
Oh, read the pansy’s message,
And give a thought to me.” [Pansy disappears.

Princess sings. Spin, spin, O golden thread! 
And turn, O humming wheel. 
This pansy is his thought of me,
My true knight, brave and leal.

  [Third flower messenger, a pink Rose.

Rose. Thy true knight battled for thee to-day,
On a fierce and bloody field,
But he won at last in the hot affray,
By the heart of gold on his shield.

He saw me blushing beside a wall,
My petals pink in the sun
With pleasure, because such a valiant knight
The hard-fought battle had won.

And he kissed me once on my soft pink cheek,
And once in my heart of gold,
And bade me hasten to thee and speak. 
Pray take the message I hold.

[Princess goes to the window, takes a pink rose from the messenger.  As she walks back, kisses it and fastens it on her dress.  Then turns to wheel again.

Princess sings. Spin, spin, O golden thread,
And turn, O happy wheel. 
The pink rose brought in its heart of gold,
A kiss, his love to seal.

  [Fourth messenger, a Forget-me-not.

Forget-me-not. Fair Princess,
Down by the brook, when the sun was low,
A brave knight paused to slake
His thirst in the water’s silver flow,
As he journeyed far for thy sake,
He saw me bending above the stream,
And he said, “Oh, happy spot! 
Ye show me the Princess Winsome’s eyes
In each blue forget-me-not.” 
He bade me bring you my name to hide
In your heart of hearts for ever,
And say as long as its blooms are blue,
No power true hearts can sever.

Princess sings. Spin, spin, O golden thread. 
O wheel; my happy lot
It is to hide within my heart
That name, forget-me-not.

  [Fifth messenger, a Poppy.

Poppy. Dear Princess Winsome,
Within the shade of a forest glade
He laid him down to sleep,
And I, the Poppy, kept faithful guard
That it might be sweet and deep. 
But oft in his dreams he stirred and spoke,
And thy name was on his tongue,
And I learned his secret ere he woke,
When the fair new day was young. 
And this is what he, whispering, said,
As he journeyed on in his way: 
“Bear her my dreams in your chalice red,
For I dream of her night and day.”