Excerpt from A Story of Psyche, and Other Poems Psyche, with lingering steps, moves down the mountain. Far below, Pan wakes his pipe. The tes float upward faintly. Psyche. [Sings. Tell me, O drowsy roses, Lov'd of the dew and wind and golden sun, Where my lost love reposesWhen day her lattice closesTo turn her radiant smileUpon some happy isleBy gods unwon. I haunt the dewy placesWhere late among the blooms his steps were led, And watch the light which tracesWith sunset's fiery graces About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art techlogy to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.