"Speech for Psyche in the Golden Book of Apuleius":   - ezra pound                                              All night, and as the wind lieth Among the cyprus trees, he lay, Nor held me save as air that brusheth by one Close, and as the petals of flowers in falling Waiver and seem not drawn to earth, so he Seemed over me to hover light as leaves And closer me than air, And music flowing through me seemed to open My eyes upon new colours. O winds, what wind can match the weight of him!