Ode to Psyche

In meter.

Amor and Psyche (1589), oil on canvas by Jacopo Zucchi.

Lovely Psyche, lucky Psyche
why thee despise thy invisible lover,
why dost thou mar fortune in curiosity,
true love even by fault in his bower¿
What ails thee, O Beauty, bad ear or company,
selfsame deceitful bloods cold¿

‘And now yonder she lies on the floor of a cell
With the walls clutching her pinions, closing further the minds.’
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