"I have an even more apropos quote," said Feroza. "Let me see… I would build that dome in air, / That sunny dome! those caves of ice!  Weave a circle round him thrice…


    "Oh, yes. It goes Beware! Beware!/ His flashing eyes, his floating hair! / Weave a circle round him thrice …"


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    "Floating hair," said Feroza. "To me, that suggests my palace will be in space. Now kiss me again behind my ear. And close your eyes with holy dread…"


    "For we on honey-dew hath fed,/ And drunk the milk of Paradise,