Poems (Linn)/Psyche

by Edith Willis Linn

For works with similar titles, see Psyche.

PSYCHE.

AH! Psyche, you were right,
 Love never should be blind.
It was no lack of love to light
 Your torch, his face to find.

And you were glad, I know,
 Through all your toil and pain,
That you had seen your love, although
 You should not see again.

Yours was a soul so true
 That, had he not been fair,
But some dark, ugly monster, you
 Had loved too well to care,

And so I claim your love
 Was wise, and I would choose
To know, however hard it prove,
 The worth of what I lose.