Psyche, and other poems — page 92: what you’re looking at

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v4: The blazing star yet shone upon his brow, And flamed triumphant o’er the dashing main ;_ He rides secure the watery waste, and now The sheltering shore he might in safety gain ; The sheltering shore he shuns with proud disdain, And breasts the adverse tide. Ah, rash resource ! ~ Yon vessel, Prince, thou never shalt attain! For plunging ’mid the deep, with generous force, See where the lion’s lord pursues thy hardy course! — Psyche a well known voice to life restores, Once more her eyes unclosing view the light, But not the waters, nor receding shores, One only object can arrest her sight, High o’er the flood she sees her valiant knight, And sudden joy, and hopes scarce trusted cheer Even in that awful moment’s dread affright ; Her feeble cry indeed he cannot hear, But sees her out-stretched arms, and seems already near. In vain the giant knight exerts his strength; Urged by the impetuous youth the lion prest, And gaining fast upon his flight, at length Prepared his daring progress to arrest, And seized with furious jaw his struggling breast, Gasping he loosed his hold—and Psyche lost The o’erwhelming wave with ruin had opprest, But Constance, ever near when needed most, The sinking beauty caught and bore her to the coast. Comnicloolksrcomnn