Breathed the sigh of slighted love.
Psyche, with a strange emotion,
Half enraptured, half dismayed,
Just escaped her earthly vesture,
Trembling greets thy glimmering shade:
Where, O joy! no misty mantle
Veils her primal purity;
And her immaterial pinions,
Like an angel’s, wander free.
Ha! e’en now o’er paths of roses,