For there he lies in undreamt loveliness!
Softly she steals towards him, and bends o’er
His slumberlidded eyes, as a lily droops
Faint o’er a folded rose: one caress
She would but dares not take, and as she stood,
An oildrop from the lamp fell burning sore!
“4. Thereat sleepfray’d, dreamlike the God takes Wing
And soars to his own skies, while Psyche strives
To clasp his foot, and fain thereon would cling,
But falls insensate;