In the canon
Ode to Psyche
- Form
- Form Poem
- Year
- Year 1819
- Pages
- Pages 2
Psyche came too late for worship. By the time the old stories made the mortal girl a goddess, the temples of Olympus had gone cold, and she was left with no altar, no choir, no incense, no oracle to sing her name.
Yes, I will be thy priest, and build a fane / In some untrodden region of my mind,
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