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THE skies they were ashen and sober;
The leaves they were crisped and sereThe leaves they were withering and sere ; It was night in the lonesome October
Of my most immemorial year;
Here once, through an alley Titanic,
These were days when my heart was volcanic
As the scoriac rivers that roll-
Our talk had been serious and sober,
But our thoughts they were palsied and sere-
For we knew not the month was October,
And we marked not the night of the year(Ah, night of all nights in the year!) We noted not the dim lake of Auber
(Though once we had journeyed down here)— Remembered not the dank tarn of Auber,
Nor the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.
And now, as the night was senescent
And star-dials pointed to mornAs the star-dials hinted of mornAt the end of our path a liquescent
And nebulous lustre was born, Out of which a miraculous crescent Arose with a duplicate hornAstarte's bediamonded crescent Distinct with its duplicate horn.
And I said " She is warmer than Dian:
She rolls through an ether of sighs—
These cheeks, where the worm never dies, And has come past the stars of the Lion
To point us the path to the skiesTo the Lethean peace of the skies— Come up, in despite of the Lion,
To shine on us with her bright eyesCome up through the lair of the Lion, With love in her luminous eyes."
But Pysche, uplifting her finger,
Said "Sadly this star I mistrust-
Oh, hasten !—oh, let us not linger!
Oh, fly! let us fly !-for we must."
In terror she spoke, letting sink her
Wings until they trailed in the dustIn agony sobbed, letting sink her
Plumes till they 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 Sybilic splendour 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,
We safely 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-
But were stopped by the door of a tomb-
And I said "What is written, sweet sister,