По Эдгар Аллан
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Arose with a duplicate horn

Astarte's bediamonded crescent,

Distinct with its duplicate horn.

And I said - "She is warmer than Dian;

She rolls through an ether of sighs

She revels in a region of sighs.

She has seen that the tears are not dry on

These cheeks where the worm never dies,

And has come past the stars of the Lion,

To point us the path to the skies

To the Lethean peace of the skies

Come up, in despite of the Lion,

To shine on us with her bright eyes

Come up, through the lair of the Lion,

With love in her luminous eyes."

But Psyche, uplifting her finger,

Said - "Sadly this star I mistrust

Her pallor I strangely mistrust

Ah, hasten! - ah, let us not linger!

Ah, fly! - let us fly! - for we must."

In terror she spoke; letting sink her

Wings till they trailed in the dust

In agony sobbed; letting sink her

Plumes till they trailed in the dust

Till they sorrowfully trailed in the dust.

I replied - "This is nothing but dreaming.

Let us on, by this tremulous light!

Let us bathe in this crystalline light!

Its Sibyllic splendor is beaming

With Hope and in Beauty to-night

See! - it flickers up the sky through the night!

Ah, we safely may trust to its gleaming

And be sure it will lead us aright

We surely may trust to a gleaming

That cannot but guide us aright

Since it flickers up to Heaven through the night."

Thus I pacified Psyche and kissed her,

And tempted her out of her gloom

And conquered her scruples and gloom;

And we passed to the end of the vista

But were stopped by the door of a tomb

By the door of a legended