Psyche, and other poems — page 87: what you’re looking at

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; 69 Her braided tresses in profusion drest, Circled with diadem, and nodding plumes, Sported their artful ringlets o’er her breast, And to the breezes gave their rich perfumes ; — Her cheek with tint of borrowed roses blooms : Used to receive from all rich offerings, She quaffs with conscious right the fragrant fumes Which her attendant from a censer flings, “Who graceful feeds the flame with incense while she sings. Soon as her glance fair Psyche’s form had caught, Her soft attendant smiling she addressed : ** Behold, Lusinga! couldst thou e’er have thought ‘That these wild woods were so in beauty blest? ‘Let but that nymph in my attire be drest “¢ And scarce her loveliness will yield to mine! * At least invite her in our bower to rest, “Before her eyes let all my splendour shine, “Perhaps to dwell with us her heart we may incline.” With softest smile applauding all she heard, - Lusinga bowing left her golden seat, And Psyche, who at first in doubt had feared While listening to the lay so silver sweet, re followed with unconscious feet ; Till Constance, all alarmed, impatient flew, And soft his muispers of the maid entreat Yo fly the Syr en’s song, for well he knew © What lar king dangers hence would to his Lor a emue, 4 ‘Lm } : Comnicloool<Sacomnl