What was the surprise and delight of Psyche, when, instead of a distorted and repulsive figure, she beheld one of the loveliest forms and faces imaginable; the beautiful rosy cheek was partly concealed by clusters of golden curls, and the ruby lips looked like a half opened flower. […] The two gods were repulsed in similar rude ways from many doors, and might have gone back to Olympus, to the golden beds4 which Vulcan had constructed for them, if a poor cottage had not attracted their notice. […] — to their starry domes the gods depart, The shining monuments of Vulcan’s art: Jove on his couch reclined his awful head, And Juno slumbered on the golden bed.