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Book Second

“Whate’er she be—

That inaccessible She

That doth command my heart and me:

“Till that divine

Idea take a shrine

Of crystal flesh, through which to shine:

“Let her full glory,

My fancies, fly before ye;

Be ye my fictions—but her story.”