Must leave his ransom ere he win release.’
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Then Psyche thankt her for her kind befriending,
And hid among the rushes looking east;
And when noon came she saw the flock descending
Out of the hills; and lo! one golden beast
Caught in a thornbush; and the mighty brute
Struggl’d and tore it from its twisted root
Into the stream, or e’er he was releas’t.
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