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A Book of Myths, by Jean Lang - Umnet

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violets in spring and gazed at Eros. He knew that he was invisible, and<br />

yet her gaze made him tremble.<br />

"They spoke truth!" said the lad to himself. "Not even my mother is as<br />

fair as this princess."<br />

For a moment her eyelids quivered, and then dropped. Her long dark<br />

lashes fell on her cheeks that were pink as the hearts <strong>of</strong> the fragile<br />

shells that the waves toss up on western beaches, her red mouth, curved<br />

like the bow <strong>of</strong> Eros, smiled happily, and Psyche slept again. With<br />

heart that beat as it had never beaten before, Eros gazed upon her<br />

perfect loveliness. With gentle, pitying finger he wiped away the red<br />

drop where his arrow had wounded her, and then stooped and touched<br />

her lips with his own, so lightly that Psyche in her dreams thought that<br />

they had been brushed <strong>by</strong> a butterfly's wings. Yet in her sleep she<br />

moved, and Eros, starting back, pricked himself with one <strong>of</strong> his arrows.<br />

And with that prick, for Eros there passed away all the careless ease <strong>of</strong><br />

the heart <strong>of</strong> a boy, and he knew that he loved Psyche with the<br />

unquenchable love <strong>of</strong> a deathless god. Now, with bitter regret, all his<br />

desire was to undo the wrong he had done to the one that he loved.<br />

Speedily he sprinkled her with the sweet water that brings joy, and<br />

when Psyche rose from her couch she was radiant with the beauty that<br />

comes from a new, undreamed-<strong>of</strong> happiness.<br />

"From place to place Love followed her that day And ever fairer to his<br />

eyes she grew, So that at last when from her bower he flew, And<br />

underneath his feet the moonlit sea Went shepherding his waves<br />

disorderly, He swore that <strong>of</strong> all gods and men, no one Should hold her<br />

in his arms but he alone; That she should dwell with him in glorious<br />

wise Like to a goddess in some paradise; Yea, he would get from<br />

Father Jove this grace That she should never die, but her sweet face<br />

And wonderful fair body should endure Till the foundations <strong>of</strong> the<br />

mountains sure Were molten in the sea; so utterly Did he forget his<br />

mother's cruelty."<br />

William Morris.<br />

Meantime it came to be known all over that land, and in other lands to

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