If I keep it, you must stay,
No more for your garment pray!"
She.
"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!"
He.
"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!"
