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] XIV. "If thou the moon wilt be
 * Sailing in glory,

I 'll be the halo white Hovering every night
 * Around and o'er thee!"

XV. "Yet shall thy shadowy arm
 * Embrace me never!

I will turn virgin rose, And all my thorns oppose
 * To thee for ever!"

XVI. "If thou become a rose,
 * Vain too shall this be!

Seest thou not that I, As a bright butterfly,
 * Freely may kiss thee?"

XVII. "Urge, then, thy mad pursuit:
 * Idly thou 'lt follow!

I 'll in the deep wood bide; I 'll in the old oak bide,
 * Gnarlèd and hollow."

XVIII. "In the dim forest glade
 * Wilt thou be hidden?

I 'll be the ivy-vine, And my long arms entwine
 * Round thee unbidden!"