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"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. "
Thus he walked in twilight, regretful that he must return to his own country, and live another life, and bear another name than that of Horvendile. It was droll that in his own country folk should call him Felix, since Felix meant "happy"; and assuredly he was not preeminently happy there.