The sea-breeze wilt thou, singer daring?
I can escape thee yet; for lo!
I 'll be the sun-ray, blinding, glaring,—
The fierce, hot ray that wastes the snow.
O Magali! and wilt thou so?
Then, earthward faring,
I will an emerald lizard be,
And swallow thee.
And if thou turnest salamander,
Among the water-weeds to roam,
I 'll be the moon, in full-orbed splendor,
Lighting the ways of witch and gnome.
O Magali! wilt thou become
That planet tender?
Then will I the white halo be,
Yet though the halo hover o'er me,
I shall not feel thy folding arm.
I will turn virgin-rose before thee:
My thorns will keep me safe from harm.
O Magali! the rose's charm
Shall not secure thee;
For I the butterfly will be,
Aye kissing thee.