Yet thou, forsooth, art in my temple here, But Psyche clung to her feet, and as they moved Rained tears along their track, tear dropped on tear. And drew the dust on in her trailing locks, 66 And still, with passionate prayer, the charge disproved; Now, by thy right hand's gathering from the shocks Of golden corn, and by thy gladsome rites Of harvest, and thy consecrated sights Shut safe and mute in chests, and by the course Of thy slave-dragons, and the driving force By all those Nuptial torches that departed With thy lost daughter, -- and by those that shone In silence at Eleusis, I beseech thee, O Ceres, take some pity and abstain From giving to my soul extremer pain, Who am the wretched Psyche ! Let me teach thee A few days only in thy garnered corn, Until that wrathful goddess, at the end Shall feel her hate grow mild, the longer borne,- From life-long woe a breath-time hour of rest! PSYCHE AND THE EAGLE. But sovran Jove's rapacious bird, the regal By Cupid's help, he bore from Ida's brow thinking how, To yield, in just return, an influence kind; And thus the bird wheeled downward from the track Of that poor face of Psyche left in wrack. -"Now fie, thou simple girl!" the bird began; No simpler thought, methinks, were found in man. To grant thy need!" Whereat all hastily, And bears it in his beak, incarnadined By the last Titan-prey he screamed to have ; And, striking calmly out against the wind, Vast wings on each side, there, where Psyche stands, He drops the urn down in her lifted hands. PSYCHE AND CERBERUS. A mighty Dog with three colossal necks, With jaws that bark the thunder out that breaks PSYCHE AND PROSERPINE. Then Psyche entered in to Proserpine In the dark house, and straightway did decline The liberal board for welcome strangers spread, She used in Hades, star-bright and serene, To beautify the Cyprian, who had been All spoilt with grief in nursing her sick boy, PSYCHE AND VENUS. And Psyche brought to Venus what was sent MERCURY CARRIES PSYCHE TO OLYMPUS. Then Jove commanded the god Mercury THE MARRIAGE OF PSYCHE AND CUPID. And Jove's right-hand approached the ambrosial bowl To Psyche's lips, that scarce dared yet to smile, – "Drink, O my daughter, and acquaint thy soul With deathless uses, and be glad the while! No more shall Cupid leave thy lovely side; Thy marriage-joy begins for never-ending." While yet he spake, the nuptial feast supplied, — The bridegroom on the festive couch was bending O'er Psyche in his bosom. The rural cup-boy came And poured Jove's nectar out with shining eyes, While Bacchus for the others did as much, And Vulcan spread the meal; and all the Hours Made all things purple with a sprinkle of flowers, Or roses chiefly, not to say the touch Of their sweet fingers; and the Graces glided Their balm around, and the Muses through the air Struck out clear voices, which were still divided By that divinest song Apollo there Intoned to his lute; while Aphrodite fair Did float her beauty along the tune, and play The Muses sang their chorus; Satyrus Did blow his pipes; Pan touched his reed; and thus At last were Cupid and his Psyche married. The myth of Cupid meets us at every turn in our reading, and is so familiar to young and old, both in pictures and poetry, that explanations are unnecessary. The poems that we have selected to illustrate the myth are of varied authorship and nationality. Those having the full flavor of antiquity are translations from the Greek poet, Anacreon, who wrote in the latter half of the fifth century B.C. CUPID STUNG. [ANACREON.] THOMAS BATESON'S MADRIGALS (1618). Cupid in a bed of roses. Sleeping, chanced to be stung The flowers where he himself reposes; Told that he this wound did take As he lay securely sleeping. That "if so great a sorrow spring As should make thee thus dismayed, What anguish feel they, think'st thou, and what pain, CUPID STUNG. TRANSLATED BY EDWIN ARNOLD. Love once among the roses And wondered what the beast was, |