Chapter 19 No.19

But Psyche, uplifting her finger,

Said-'Sadly, this star I mistrust-

Her pallor I strangely mistrust-

Oh, hasten!-oh, let us not linger!

Oh, fly!-let us fly!-for we must.'

In terror she spoke, letting sink her

Wings until they trailed in the dust-

In agony sobbed, letting sink her

Plumes till they trailed in the dust-

Til