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APPENDIX.
V.
Wilt thou a fisher be, thou sayest?
Thy bait is flung for me in vain!
I will turn bird while thou delayest,
And wing my way across the plain.
VI.
O Magali! turn bird again.
If so thou mayest!
When thou art bird, I 'll fowler be,
Ensuaring thee!
VII.
Partridge and quail while thou art snaring
With cruel traps for tiny feet,
I 'll be a flower, my head uprearing
Secure, afar in meadows sweet.
VIII.
O Magali, my Marguerite!
I 'm filled with daring!
When thou art flower, I stream will be,
Refreshing thee!
IX.
If thou become a stream, what wonder
If I turn cloud the self-same day,
And swiftly, swiftly travel yonder,
Even to far America.
X.
O Magali! seek India,
Yet we 'll not sunder!
Behold! I the sea-breeze will be,
And carry thee.
