Psyche, and other poems — page 35: what you’re looking at

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17 A dream of mingied terror and delight Still heavy hangs upon her troubled soul, An angry form still swims before her sight, And still the vengeful thunders seem to roll; Still crushed to earth she feels the stern control Of Venus unrelenting, unappeased: | : The dream returns, she feels the fancied dole ; Once more the furies on her heart have seized, But still she views the youth who all her sufferings eased. i Of wonderous beauty did the vision seem, And in the freshest prime of youthful years ; | Such at the close of her distressful dream A graceful champion to her eyes appears; ‘Her loved deliverer from her foes and fears She seems in grateful transport still to press ; Still his soft voice sounds in her ravished ears ; Dissolved in fondest tears of tenderness _ His form she oft invokes her waking eyes to bless. ~ Nor was it quite a dream, for as she woke, Ere heavenly mists concealed him from her eye, P One sudden transitory view she took Of Love’s most radiant bright divinity ; From the fair image never can she fly, As still consumed with vain desire she pines ; While her fond parents heave the anxious sigh, And to avert her fate seek holy shrines The threatened ills to learn by auguries and signs, f conicloooks. conn