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FERISHTAH'S FANCIES.

EPILOGUE.

Oh, Love—no, Love! All the noise below, Love,Groanings all and moanings—none of Life I lose!All of Life's a cry just of weariness and woe. Love—"Hear at least, thou happy one!" How can I, Love, but choose?
Only, when I do hear, sudden circle round me—Much as when the moon's might frees a space from cloud—
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