MUSIC

Daughter of Psyche, pledge of that last night

When, pierced with pain and bitter-sweet delight,

She knew her Love and saw her Lord depart,

Then breathed her wonder and her woe forlorn

Into a single cry, and thou wast born?

Thou flower of rapture and thou fruit of grief;

Invisible enchantress of the heart;

Mistress of charms that bring relief

To sorrow, and to joy impart

A heavenly tone that keeps it undefiled,—

Thou art the child

Of Amor, and by right divine

A throne of love is thine,

Thou flower-folded, golden-girdled, star-crowned Queen,

Whose bridal beauty mortal eyes have never seen!