And left her with the proclamation writ,
Hung at her neck, the board with letters large,
At Aphrodite’s gate with those in charge;
And up whence first he came made haste to flit.
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But hapless Psyche fell, for so it chanced,
To moody Synethea’s care, the one
Of Aphrodite’s train whom she advanced
To try the work abandon’d by her son.
Who by perpetual presence made ill end