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248 XVII. Away! away! and woe betide thee!
 * I nerer, never will be thine!

I in the oak's rough bark will hide me,
 * In glades where sun shall never shine.

XVIII. Yet, Magali, thou shalt be mine,
 * Who hast defied me!

I will the knotted ivy be,
 * Fast binding thee!

XIX. The hoary oak alone thou stayest
 * In thy victorious embrace!

For I to Saint Blasè will haste,
 * With the white nuns to take my place.

XX. O Magali! thou shalt find grace
 * When there thou prayest,

For I the shaven priest will be,
 * Absolving thee!

XXI. And if thou pass the portal holy,
 * A weeping train thou shalt descry,—

The convent-sisters wending slowly
 * About the coffin where I lie.

XXII. Then, Magali, right glad were I!
 * That sleeper lowly

Wert thou, I would the warm earth be,
 * Aye clasping thee.