Soon as her glance fair Psyche's form had caught,
Her soft attendant smiling she addressed:
"Behold, Lusinga! couldst thou e'er have thought
That these wild woods were so in beauty blest?
Let but that nymph in my attire be drest
And scarce her loveliness will yield to mine!
At least invite her in our bower to rest,
Before her eyes let all my splendor shine,
Perhaps to dwell with us her heart we may incline."