Psyche, and other poems — page 50: what you’re looking at

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Oh, Psyche, happy in thine ignorance ! Couldst thou but shun this heart tormenting Samp Be but content, nor daringly advance To meet the bitter hour of threatened pain ; Pure spotless dove! seek thy safe nest again ; Let true affection shun the public eye, And quit the busy circle of the vain, For there the treacherous snares concealed lie; Oh timely warned escape’! to safe retirement fly ! Bright shone the morn! and. now its golden ray Dispelled the slumbers from her radiant eyes, Yet still in dreams her fancy seems to play, For lo! she sees with rapture and surprise - Fall in her view the well-known mansion rise,’ each loved scene of first endear ment hails ; a e air th; hat first received her infant sighs with wondr ing ecstacy she now inhales, While every trembling nerve soft tenderness assails. Haig See from the dear pavilion, where she lay, fe Breathléss she flies with scarce assured feet, ' Swift through the garden wings her eager way, Her mourning parents ravished eyes to greet With loveliest apparition strange and sweet; Their days of anguish all o’erpaid they deem By one blest hour of ecstacy so great: Yet doubtingly they gaze, and anxiousijeem ‘l'o ask their raptured souls, ‘Oh, is this all a dream ?” Agr Pal ‘ j ¥ Gomichbooksscom