When Lucy ceased to be; 10
But she is in her grave, and oh!
The difference to me!
William Wordsworth.
CXCIII
ODE TO PSYCHE.
O Goddess, hear these tuneless numbers, wrung
By sweet enforcement and remembrance dear,
And pardon that thy secrets should be sung,
Even into thine own soft-conchèd ear:
Surely I dreamt to-day, or did I see 5