Fly with us, fly!’ Then Psyche, for her soul
Was soft and simple, lost her self-control,
And, thinking only of the horrid tale,
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‘Dear sisters,’ said she, and her sobbing speech
Was broken by her terror, ‘it is true
That much hath hapt to stablish what ye teach;
For ne’er hath it been granted me to view
My husband; and, for aught I know, he may
Be even that cruel dragon, which ye say