Romantic Cities of Provence

by Mona Caird

"If in the sea thy net thou castest

And in its toils I fall a prey,

I'll be a bird, and to the forest

On my light pinions fly away."

"O Magali, if thou dost turn

Fowl in the forest,

Then 'tis a fowler I will be

And capture thee."

"Vain is thy passion, vain thy pursuit,