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Affirms your Psyche thieved her theories,And angled with them for the Royal heart:She calls her plagiarist; I know not what:But I must go: I dare not tarry' and lightAs flies the shadow of a bird she fled.
 Then murmur'd Florian gazing after her.'An open-hearted maiden, true and pure,If I could love, why this were she: how prettyHer blushing was, and how she blush'd again,As if to close with Cyril's random wish:Not like your Princess eramm'd with erring pride,Nor like poor Psyche whom she drags in tow.'
 'The crane,' I said, 'may chatter of the crane,The dove may murmur of the dove, but IAn eagle clang an eagle to the sphere.My princess, O my princess! true she errs;For being, and wise in knowing that she is,Three times more noble than threescore of men,
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