"Thy term of tryal past with constancy,
"Thy wimpling slough shall fall like filth away;
"On pinions broad up-lifted to the skie,
"Thou shalt, astert, thy stranger self survey.
"Together, Psyche, will we climb and play;
"Together wander through the fields of air,
"Beyond where suns and moons mete night and day.
"I charge thee, O my love, the rose forbear,
"If thou wouldst scathe avoid, Psyche, forewarn'd, beware!"