She had some fear she might not well discern
By that small flame a monster in the gloom;
When lo! the air about her seem’d to burn,
And bright celestial radiance fill’d the room.
Too plainly O she saw, O fair to see!
Eros, ’twas Eros’ self, her lover, he,
The God of love, reveal’d in deathless bloom.
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Her fainting strength forsook her; on her knees
Down by the bed she sank; the shameless knife