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THE FLORAL
HELIOTROPE.
Your heart is burst—you have lost half your soul.
Shakspeare.
This is the very ecstasy of love,
Whose violent property foredoes itself,
And leads the will to desperate undertakings,
As oft as any passion under heaven
That does afflict our natures.
Whose violent property foredoes itself,
And leads the will to desperate undertakings,
As oft as any passion under heaven
That does afflict our natures.
Shakspeare.
