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FERISHTAH'S FANCIES.
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All the good and beauty, wonder crowning wonder,Till my heart and soul applaud perfection, nothing less.
Only, at heart's utmost joy and triumph, terrorSudden turns the blood to ice: a chill wind disencharms All the late enchantment! What if all be error—If the halo irised round my head were. Love, thine arms?

Palazzo Giustinian-Recanati, Venice:

December 1, 1883.

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