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246 V. Wilt thou a fisher be, thou sayest?
 * Thy bait is flung for me in vain!

I will turn bird while thou delayest,
 * And wing my way across the plain.

VI. O Magali! turn bird again.
 * If so thou mayest!

When thou art bird, I 'll fowler be,
 * Ensuaring thee!

VII. Partridge and quail while thou art snaring
 * With cruel traps for tiny feet,

I 'll be a flower, my head uprearing
 * Secure, afar in meadows sweet.

VIII. O Magali, my Marguerite!
 * I 'm filled with daring!

When thou art flower, I stream will be,
 * Refreshing thee!

IX. If thou become a stream, what wonder
 * If I turn cloud the self-same day,

And swiftly, swiftly travel yonder,
 * Even to far America.

X. O Magali! seek India,
 * Yet we 'll not sunder!

Behold! I the sea-breeze will be,
 * And carry thee.