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“Celestial Cupid, her famed son, advanced,

Holds his dear Psyche sweet entranced,

After her wandering labors long,

Till free consent the gods among

Make her his eternal bride;

And from her fair unspotted side

Two blissful twins are to be born,

Youth and Joy; so Jove hath sworn.”

The allegory of the story of Cupid and Psyche is well presented in the beautiful lines of T. K. Harvey:

“They wove bright fables in the days of old,

When reason borrowed fancy’s painted wings;

When truth’s clear river flowed o’er sands of gold,

And told in song its high and mystic things!

And such the sweet and solemn tale of her

The pilgrim heart, to whom a dream was given.

That led her through the world—Love’s worshipper—

To seek on earth for him whose home was heaven!

“In the full city—by the haunted fount—

Through the dim grotto’s tracery of spars—

’Mid the pine temples, on the moonlit mount,

Where silence sits to listen to the stars;

In the deep glade where dwells the brooding dove,

The painted valley, and the scented air,

She heard far echoes of the voice of Love,

And found his footsteps’ traces everywhere.

“But nevermore they met! since doubts and fears,

Those phantom shapes that haunt and blight the earth,

Had come ’twixt her, a child of sin and tears,

And that bright spirit of immortal birth;

Until her pining soul and weeping eyes

Had learned to seek him only in the skies;

Till wings unto the weary heart were given,

And she became Love’s angel bride in heaven!”

The story of Cupid and Psyche first appears in the works of Apuleius, a writer of the second century of our era. It is therefore of much more recent date than most of the legends of the Age of Fable. It is this that Keats alludes to in his “Ode to Psyche”:

“O latest born and loveliest vision far

Of all Olympus’ faded hierarchy!

Fairer than Phœbe’s sapphire-regioned star

Or Vesper, amorous glow-worm of the sky;

Fairer than these, though temple thou hast none,

Nor altar heaped with flowers;

Nor virgin choir to make delicious moan

Upon the midnight hours;

No voice, no lute, no pipe, no incense sweet,

From chain-swung censor teeming;

No shrine, no grove, no oracle, no heat

Of pale-mouthed prophet dreaming.”

In Moore’s “Summer Fête” a fancy ball is described, in which one of the characters personated is Psyche—

“… not in dark disguise to-night

Hath our young heroine veiled her light;—

For see, she walks the earth, Love’s own.

His wedded bride, by holiest vow

Pledged in Olympus, and made known

To mortals by the type which now

Hangs glittering on her snowy brow.

That butterfly, mysterious trinket,

Which means the soul, (though few would think it,)

And sparkling thus on brow so white

Tells us we’ve Psyche here to-night.”

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