CUPID AND PSYCHE.
I
Nightly to Psyche's fairy bower,
The god of Love in darkness came;
But left her, e'er the sunrise hour
Betray'd his features and his name;
Said Cupid “Oh! remember this,
Thy lover's form thou ne'er must see.”
Then fondly whisper'd with a kiss—
“Beware of curiosity!”
II
But mortal woman never yet
From such a sentence warning took;
And more and more, each time they met,
She long'd upon his face to look:
And once on tip-toe, while he slept,
To fetch her lamp she lightly trod,
Then back again the trembler crept,
And hung enamour'd o'er the god.
III
A spark fell on his breast! he stirr'd—
Ah! what could little Psyche say?
Young Love, without one parting word,
Waved his light wings, and flew away!
The moral, ladies, pray remark,—
Whate'er the mystery may be,
If love would keep you in the dark,
Beware of curiosity.
