But unto Psyche, pondering o'er her doom In tearful silence on her stony chair, A Zephyr straying out of heaven's wide room Rush'd down, and gathering round her unaware Fill'd with his breath her vesture and her veil; And like a ship, that crowding all her sail Leans to accompany the tranquil air, 29 She yielded, and was borne with swimming brain And airy joy, along the mountain side, Till, hid from earth by ridging summits twain, They came upon a valley deep and wide; Where the strong Zephyr with his burden sank, And laid her down upon a grassy bank, 'Mong thyme and violets and daisies pied. 30 And straight upon the touch of that sweet bed Both woe and wonder melted fast away: And sleep with gentle stress her sense o'erspread, Gathering as darkness doth on drooping day: And nestling to the ground, she slowly drew Her wearied limbs together, and, ere she knew, Wrapt in forgetfulness and slumber lay. MAY 1 After long sleep when Psyche first awoke Among the grasses 'neath the open skies, And heard the mounting larks, whose carol spoke Delighted invitation to arise, She lay as one who after many a league Hath slept off memory with his long fatigue, And waking knows not in what place he lies: 2 Anon her quickening thought took up its task, And all came back as it had happ'd o'ernight; The sad procession of the wedding mask, The melancholy toiling up the height, The solitary rock where she was left; And thence in dark and airy waftage reft, How on the flowers she had been disburden'd light. 3 Thereafter she would rise and see what place That voyage had its haven in, and found She stood upon a little hill, whose base Shelved off into the valley all around; And all round that the steep cliffs rose away, Save on one side where to the break of day The widening dale withdrew in falling ground. 4 There, out from over sea, and scarce so high As she, the sun above his watery blaze Upbroke the grey dome of the morning sky, And struck the island with his level rays; Sifting his gold thro' lazy mists, that still Climb'd on the shadowy roots of every hill, And in the tree-tops breathed their silvery haze. 5 At hand on either side there was a wood; And on the upward lawn, that sloped between, Not many paces back a temple stood, By even steps ascending from the green; With shaft and pediment of marble made, It fill'd the passage of the rising glade, And there withstay'd the sun in dazzling sheen. 6