Psyche, and other poems — page 33: what you’re looking at

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et aa His quiver, sparkling bright with gems and gold, From his fair plumed shoulder gracefal hung, And from its top in brilliant chords enrolled ~- Each little vase resplendently was slung : - Still as he flew, around him sportive clung His frolic train of w inged Zephyrs light, Wafting the fragrance which his tr esses flung ; While odours dropped from every ringlet bright, ae from his blue eyes beamed ineffable delight. Wrapt in a cloud unseen by mortai eye, He sought the chamber of the royal maid ; There, lulled by careless soft security, Of the impending mischief nought afraid, - Upon her purple couch was Psyche laid, a radiant eyes a downy slumber sealed ; In light transparent veil alone arrayed, Her bosom’s opening charms were half revealed, And scarce the lucid folds ler polished limbs concealed. 7 A placid smile plays o’er each roseate lip, - Sweet severed lips! while thus your pearls disclose} That slumbering thus unconscious she may sip The cruel presage of her future woes? Lightly, as fall the dews upon the rose, Upon the coral gates of that sweet cell The fatal drops he pours; nor yet he knows, Nor, though a God, can he presaging tell How he himself shall mie ills of that sad spell! pe ¢ Connicloooks.comn