Yet as a helmsman, at the word to tack,
Swiftly without a thought puts down his helm,
So Psyche turn’d to tread that desert black,
Since was no fear that coud her heart o’erwhelm;
Nor knew she that she went the fount to seek
Of cold Cocytus, springing to the peak,
Secretly from his source in Pluto’s realm.
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All night and day she journey’d, and at last
Come to the rock gazed up in vain around: