In the trembling transport which pervaded her, however, there fell a drop of burning wax from the light which she held, on the marble-like shoulder of Cupid, and he awoke.
"From her trembling hand extinguished falls
The fatal lamp. He starts—and suddenly
Tremendous thunders echo through the halls,
While ruins hideous crash bursts o'er the affrighted walls."
Tighe.
The spell was broken—the palace vanished—the God disappeared, and Psyche, mourning in bitter tears for her foolish curiosity, found herself standing on a desolate rock.
"Dread horror seizes on her sinking heart,
A mortal chillness shudders at her breast,