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 If I keep it, you must stay,

No more for your garment pray!"

Ah! why did I quit my sky

Where yon happy sea-birds fly,

And the wild swan spreads her wings

While the wind between them sings;

And the free storks urge their flight

Strong across the spangled night?

Render back my robe, and soon

I shall soar beyond the Moon,

Thread the star-paths, and pursue

Light and life beyond the blue.

Mortal! 'tis impiety

Not to give mine own to me!"

Always I would have you here,

Fairy! bright, and sweet, and dear.

Will you not, for love of love

Let go longing for above?

I would let go all but life

If I might but make you wife!"