328 THUS SPAKE ZARATHUSTRA, III
I love thee when thou art far ; I fear thee when thou art nigh. Thy flight decoyeth me; thy seeking annoyeth me. I suffer; but for thee what suffer gaily would not I !
Her coldness inflameth ; her hatred seduceth ; her flight tameth ; sympathy her mocking produceth.
Who would not hate thee, thou great binder, twiner, tempter, seeker, finder ! Who would not love thy ways, thou innocent, impatient, storm-like hurrying sinner with a child's gaze !
Where dost thou now draw me, thou unruly para- gon ? And now thou fleest from me again, thou sweet tomboy and thankless one !
I dance after thee. Even on slight traces I follow thee. Where art thou ? Give me thy hand ! Or even a single finger give me !
Here are caves and thickets. We shall go astray ! Halt ! Stand still ! Seest thou not owls and bats flutter their way ?
Thou bat ! Thou art going to fool me ? Thou owl ! Where are we ? From dogs thou learnedst thus to bark and howl !
With little white teeth thou grinnest at me in thy sweet wise. From thy little curly mane spring forth against me thine evil eyes !
This is a dance over stone and log ! I am the huntsman. Wilt thou be my chamois or my dog ?
Now beside me ! Thou wicked springer, and quick !
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