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20 And of all marvels the most marvelous, The coarse unholy man who rules her love Is a bright being—pure as we are pure; Wise in his folly—blameless in his sin; The incarnation of a perfect soul; A great and ever glorious demi-god!
 * Dar. Why, what have we in all our fairy land

To bear comparison with such a gift?
 * Zay. Oh! for one hour of such a love as that;

O'er all things paramount! Why, after all, That wicked world is the true fairy land!
 * Loc. Why, who can wonder that poor erring man

Clings to the world, all poisoned though it be, When on it grows this glorious antidote?
 * Zay. And may we never love as mortals love?
 * Sel. No; that can never be. Of earthly things

This love of theirs ranks as the earthiest. 'Tis necessary to man's mode of life; He could not bear his load of misery But for the sweet enchantment at his heart That tells him that he bears no load at all. We do not need it in our perfect land. Moreover, there's this gulf 'twixt it and us: Only a mortal can inspire such love; And mortal foot can never touch our land.
 * Zay. But—is that so?
 * Sel. (surprised). Of course.
 * Zay. Yet I have heard

That we've a half-forgotten law which says, That when a fairy quits his fairy home