poetry

Psyche’s Lament

Great odes he sang her at the fall of night

Upon his form he bid her “do not look”

Torment at sisters’ hands ends love in fright

Too trusting of her will—Eros mistook

With Aphrodite’s game now revealed

Psyche’s apology Eros would not brook

Cast from his company, her fate sealed

Doomed ever to walk the earth alone

His love from her forever concealed