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'All good go with thee! take it Sir' and so
Laid the soft babe in his hard-mailed hands
Who turn'd half-round to Psyche as she sprang
To embrace it, with an eye that swum in thanks,
Then felt it sound and whole from head to foot,
And hugg'd and never hugg'd it close enough,
And in her hunger mouth'd and mumbled it,
And hid her bosom with it; after that
Put on more calm and added suppliantly;
Laid the soft babe in his hard-mailed hands
Who turn'd half-round to Psyche as she sprang
To embrace it, with an eye that swum in thanks,
Then felt it sound and whole from head to foot,
And hugg'd and never hugg'd it close enough,
And in her hunger mouth'd and mumbled it,
And hid her bosom with it; after that
Put on more calm and added suppliantly;
'We two were friends: I go to mine own land
For ever: find some other: as for me
I scarce am fit for your great plans: yet speak to me,
Say one soft word and let me part forgiven.'
For ever: find some other: as for me
I scarce am fit for your great plans: yet speak to me,
Say one soft word and let me part forgiven.'
But Ida spoke not, rapt upon the child.
Then Arac. 'Soul and life! you blame the man;
You wrong yourselves—the woman is so hard
Upon the woman. Come, a grace to me!
I am your brother; I advise you well:
Then Arac. 'Soul and life! you blame the man;
You wrong yourselves—the woman is so hard
Upon the woman. Come, a grace to me!
I am your brother; I advise you well:
