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FERISHTAH'S FANCIES.
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Sudden he comes upon a cosy nook,A nest-like little chamber, with his name,His own, yea, his and no mistake at all,Plain o'er the entry,—what, and he descriesJust those arrangements inside,—oh, the care!—Suited to soul and body both,—so snugThe cushion—nay, the pipe-stand furnished so!Whereat he cries aloud,—what think'st thou, Friend?'That these my slippers should be just my choice,Even to the colour that I most affect,Is nothing ah, that lamp, the central sun,What must it light within its minaretI scarce dare guess the good of! Who lives there?That let me wonder at,—no slipper toysMeant for the foot, forsooth, which kicks them—thus!'
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