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But unto Psyche, pondering o’er her doom
In tearful silence on her stony chair,
A Zephyr straying out of heaven’s wide room
Rush’d down, and gathering round her unaware
Fill’d with his breath her vesture and her veil;
And like a ship, that crowding all her sail
Leans to accompany the tranquil air,
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She yielded, and was borne with swimming brain