soul-wife

Updated: July 14, 2025

And I clasp thee, out of slumber when the rosy day is born, As the soul, with rapture waking, clasps the resurrection morn. 'Twas thy soul-wife, 'twas thy Psyche, one uplifted, radiant day, Thou didst call me; how divinely on thy brow Love's glory lay! Thou my Cupid, not the boy-god whom the Thespians did adore, But the man, so large, so noble, truer god than Venus bore.

Various - The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 01, No. 05, March, 1858