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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, terror
Sudden 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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