Content — what is happening
- While Psyche reels, wounded by so great a blessing, the lamp — whether from treachery, envy, or its own longing to touch and kiss such a body — spills a drop of burning oil onto the god’s right shoulder.
- The narrator rounds on the lamp: bold, rash thing, base servant of love, scorching the very god of all fire — for surely some lover first invented you, to keep his heart’s desire the longer by night.
- Scalded, the god leaps up; and seeing the foul proof of his betrayed trust, at once he flies away in silence from the kisses and hands of his most ill-fated wife.