She has seen that the tears are not dry on These cheeks, where the worm never dies, And has come past the stars of the Lion To point us the path to the skiesTo the Lethean peace of the skies; Come up in despite of the Lion, To shine on us with her bright eyes; Come up through the lair of the Lion, With love in her luminous eyes." VI. But Psyche, uplifting her finger, Oh, fly!-let us fly!-for we must." Plumes till they trailed in the dust, VII. I replied, "This is nothing but dreaming: Let us bathe in this crystalline light: Its sybillic splendour is beaming With hope and in beauty to-night :— See! it flickers up the sky through the night; Ah, we safely may trust to its gleaming, And be sure it will lead us aright— We safely may trust to a gleaming, Since it flickers up to heaven through the night." VIII. Thus I pacified Psyche and kissed her, But were stopped by the door of a tomb- IX. Then my heart it grew ashen and sober And I cried, "It was surely October, On this very night of last year, That I journeyed-I journeyed down here, That I brought a dread burden down here! On this night of all nights in the year, Ah, what demon has tempted me here? Well I know, now, this dim lake of Auber, This misty mid region of Weir, Well, I know, now, this dank tarn of Auber, This ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir." |