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27
EROS TO PSYCHE.
Remember not, O Love! the days gone by,Nor, blushing, stand and sigh!
Hold up once more the clear memorial flame
Within the purple hollow of the night;
And let the glow flush all thy rosy limbs,
As once most mournfully!
Ah! chase the dew that dims
Thine eyes made heavy-lidded with old shame;
We will forget the pale twilight
Of the old love that died so wretchedly:
And this shall be the golden splendid dawn
Of deeper ecstasy than ever came
Round my dread mother's path through Paphos' lawn.
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