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For a time the nymph scarcely dared to cast a glance on the being she was
so anxious to view; and stood half shrinking from the desired sight.
----"In her spiritual divinity,
Young Psyche stood the sleeping Eros by,
What time she to the couch had, daring, trod;
And, by the glad light, saw her bridegroom God!
O'er him she knelt enamoured, and her sigh
Breathed near and nearer to his silent mouth,
Rich with the hoarded odours of the south!"