But yet ’twas joy to have her love in sight;
And, to the rapture yielding while she might,
She gazed upon his body where he lay.
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Above all mortal beauty, as was hers,
She saw a rival; but if passion’s heart
Be rightly read by subtle questioners,
It owns a wanton and a gentler part.
And Psyche wonder’d, noting every sign
By which the immortal God, her spouse divine,