Butwhenshecameclosetowherehestood，henolongerdoubtedshewashuman——forhehadcaughtsightofhersunnyhair，andherclearblueeyes，andtheloveliestfaceandformthathehadeverseen。
Allatonceshebegansinginglikeanightingale，anddancingtoherownmusic，withhereyeseverturnedtowardsthemoon。
Shepassedclosetowherehestood，dancingonbytheedgeofthetreesandawayinagreatcircletowardstheotherside，untilhecouldseebutaspotofwhiteintheyellowishgreenofthemoonlitgrass。
Butwhenhefeareditwouldvanishquite，thespotgrew，andbecameafigureoncemore。Sheapproachedhimagain，singinganddancing，andwavingherarmsoverherhead，untilshehadcompletedthecircle。
Justoppositehistreeshestood，ceasedhersong，droppedherarms，andbrokeoutintoalongclearlaugh，musicalasabrook。Then，asiftired，shethrewherselfonthegrass，andlaygazingatthemoon。