And lo! at last, outstretch’d beside the rocks,
Psyche as lifeless; and the open box
Laid with the weedy refuse of the sea.
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He guess’d all, flew down, and beside her knelt.
With both his hands stroking her temples wan;
And for the poison with his fingers felt,
And drew it gently from her; and anon
She slowly from those Stygian fumes was freed;
Which he with magic handling and good heed