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My dream had never died or lived again. / As in some mystic middle state I lay; / Seeing I saw not, hearing not I heard: / Though, if I saw not, yet they told me all / So often that I speak as having seen.
For so it seemed, or so they said to me, / That all things grew more tragic and more strange; / That when our side was vanquished and my cause / For ever lost, there went up a great cry, / The Prince is slain. My father heard and ran / In on the lists, and there unlaced my casque / And grovelled on my body, and after him / Came Psyche, sorrowing for Aglaia. / But high upon the palace Ida stood / With Psyche's babe in arm: there on the roofs / Like that great dame of Lapidoth she sang.