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I were the glow-worm, thou the flower,
 * That I might fill thy cup with glimmering light;

I would I were the bird, and thou the bower,
 * To sing thee songs throughout the summer night.

I would I were a pine tree deeply rooted,
 * And thou the lofty, cloud-beleaguered rock,

Still, while the blasts of heaven around us hooted,
 * To cleave to thee and weather every shock.

I would I were the rill, and thou the river;
 * So might I, leaping from some headlong steep,

With all my waters lost in thine for ever,
 * Be hurried onwards to the unfathomed deep.