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FERISHTAH'S FANCIES.
Ask not one least word of praise!Words declare your eyes are bright?What then meant that summer day'sSilence spent in one long gaze?Was my silence wrong or right?
Words of praise were all to seek!Face of you and form of you,Did they find the praise so weakWhen my lips just touched your cheek—Touch which let my soul come through?
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