Hath duty to support our feeble frame,—
Till all was set in order, and at length
Up to the threshold of the shrine she came:
When lo! before her face with friendly smile,
Tall as a pillar of the peristyle,
The goddess stood reveal’d, and call’d her name.
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‘Unhappy Psyche,’ said she, ‘know’st thou not
How Aphrodite to thy hurt is sworn?
And thou, thy peril and her wrath forgot,