Bridal Song |
CYNTHIA, to thy power and thee
Joy to this great company !
And no day
Come to steal this night away
Till the rites of love are ended,
And the lusty bridegroom say,
Welcome, light, of all befriended !
Pace out, you watery powers below ;
Let your feet,
Like the galleys when they row,
Even beat ;
Let your unknown measures, set
To the still winds, tell to all
That gods are come, immortal, great,
To honour this great nuptial !
The Oxford Book of English Verse.
Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed.
Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1919. 236.
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