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xxxii.

"A light wind chased her on the wing,

⁠And in the chase grew wild,
As close as might be would he cling
⁠About the darling child:

xxxiii.

"But light as any wind that blows

⁠So fleetly did she stir,
The flower she touch'd on, dipt and rose,
⁠And turn'd to look at her.

xxxiv.

"And here she came, and round me play'd,

⁠And sang to me the whole
Of those three stanzas that you made
⁠About my 'giant bole;'

xxxv.

"And in a fit of frolic mirth

⁠She strove to span my waist:
Alas, I was so broad of girth,
⁠I could not be embraced.