And when they water’d were and gone, the breeze
Floated the freighted thorn where Psyche lay:
Whence she unhook’d the golden wool at ease,
And back to heaven for passage swift gan pray.
And Hermes, who was sent to be her guide
Ifso she lived, came down at eventide,
And bore her thither ere the close of day.
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But when the goddess saw the locks of gold
Held to her hands, her heart with wrath o’erran: