# ODE TO PSYCHE

By [magic](https://paragraph.com/@magic-3) · 2022-08-07

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O Goddess! hear these tuneless numbers, wrung

          By sweet enforcement and remembrance dear,
    
        And pardon that thy secrets should be sung
    
          Even into thine own soft-conched ear:
    
        Surely I dreamt to-day, or did I see
    
          The winged Psyche with awaken'd eyes?
    
        I wander'd in a forest thoughtlessly,
    
          And, on the sudden, fainting with surprise,
    
        Saw two fair creatures, couched side by side
    
          In deepest grass, beneath the whisp'ring roof
    
          Of leaves and trembled blossoms, where there ran
    
                A brooklet, scarce espied:

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*Originally published on [magic](https://paragraph.com/@magic-3/ode-to-psyche)*