And righteous Themis, and the Graces three
Ushering the anger’d Aphrodite; she
Alone of all were there might not rejoice.
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But ere they sat to feast, Zeus bade them fill
The cup ambrosial of immortal life,
And said ‘If Psyche drink,—and ’tis my will,—
There is an end of this unhappy strife.
Nor can the goddess, whose mislike had birth
From too great honour paid the bride on earth,