It is is biographical book. It was the hour, when of diurnal heat No reliques chafe the cold beams of the moon, O'er powered by earth, or planetary sway Of Saturn; and the geomancer sees His Greater Fortune up the east ascend, Where gray dawn checkers first the shadowy cone; When 'fore me in my dream a woman's shape There came, with lips that stammered, eyes aslant, Distorted feet, hands maimed, and colour pale.
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