Straying up from dale to dale,
Gave thee spirit, free forever,
Thou immortal and so frail!
"Surely thou art not that sun-bright
Psyche, hoar with age, and hurled
On the northern shore of Lethe,
To this wan Auroral world!
"Ghost of Psyche, uncompanioned,
Are the yester-years all done?
Have the oars of Charon ferried