Her lover back; and he on secret wing
Came with the dark, and in the darkness fled.
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And this was all her life; for every night
He came, and though his name she never learn’d,
Nor was his image yielded to her sight
At morn or eve, she neither look’d nor yearn’d
Beyond her happiness: and custom brought
An ease to pleasure; nor would Psyche’s thought
Have ever to her earthly home return’d,