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62 IX. "When thou, a stream, dost feed
 * The flower yonder,

I will turn cloud straightway, And to America
 * Away I 'll wander."

X. "Though thou to India
 * Fly from thy lover,

Still I will follow thee: I the sea-breeze will be
 * To waft thee over!"

XI. "I can outstrip the breeze
 * Fast as it flieth:

I 'll be the swift sun-ray That melts the ice away
 * And the gross drieth!"

XII. "Sunlight if thou become,
 * Are my wiles ended?

I 'll be a lizard green, And quaff the golden sheen
 * To make me splendid!"

XIII. "Be thou a Triton, hid
 * In the dark sedges!

I 'm the moon by whose ray Fairies and witches pay
 * Their mystic pledges!"