Psyche, and other poems — page 150: what you’re looking at

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‘Thus the lorn traveller imprudent sleeps — Where his high glaciers proud Locendro shews ; Thus o’er his limbs resistless torpor creeps, | As yielding to the fatal deep repose He sinks benumbed upon the Alpine snows, And sleeps no more to wake; no more to view — The blooming scenes his native vales disclose, _ Or ever more the craggy path pursue, Or o’er the lichened steep the chamois chase renew. Lo! to their queen they bear their sleeping prey, Deep in her ice-built castle’s gloomy state, There on a pompous couch they gently lay Psyche, asiyet unconscious of her fate, And when her heavy eyes half opening late Dimly observe the strange and unknown scenes, As in a dream she views her changed estate, Gazing around with doubtful, troubled mien ‘Now on the stupid crowd, now on their dull proud queen. With vacant smile, and words but half exprest, In one ungracious, never-varying tone, Glacella welcomes her bewildered guest, — And bids the chief supporter of her throne Approach and make their mighty mistress known, Proud Selfishness, her dark ill- favoured lord ! Her gorgeous seat, which still he shared alone, He slowly leaves obedient to her word, And ever as he moved the cringing train adored. comicbooks. con N ' c ; j