POEMS.
45
A VIGNETTE.
Cupid, playing blind-man's buff,
Seized my Psyche's floating tresses.
"Here is silken clue enough
To dispense with any guesses.
This is Psyche s golden fleece:
She s my prisoner, past release."
But the lookers-on declare
Love was caught in Psyche s hair.
Seized my Psyche's floating tresses.
"Here is silken clue enough
To dispense with any guesses.
This is Psyche s golden fleece:
She s my prisoner, past release."
But the lookers-on declare
Love was caught in Psyche s hair.
C. D.
