In cooly waves outpoured.And call the house-bride, homewards bringMaid yearning for new married fere,Her mind with fondness manacling,As the tough ivy here and thereErrant the tree enwinds.And likewise ye, clean virginalMaidens, to whom shall haps befallLike day, in measure join ye allSinging, 0 Hymenaeus Hymen,0 Hymen Hymenaeus.That with more will-full will a-hearingThe call to office due, he wouldTurn footsteps hither, here appearing,Guide to good Venus, and the goodLover conjoining strait.What God than other Godheads moreMust love-sick wights for aid implore?Whose Godhead foremost shall adoreMankind? 0 Hymenaeus Hymen,O Hymen Hymenaeus.Thee for his own the trembling sireInvokes, thee Virgins ever sueWho laps of zone to loose aspire,And thee the bashful bridegrooms wooWith ears that long to hear.Thou to the hand of love-fierce swainDeliverest maiden fair and fain,From mother's fondling bosom ta'enPerforce, 0 Hymenaeus Hymen0 Hymen Hymenaeus.Thou lacking, Venus ne'er avails—While Fame approves for honesty—Love-joys to lavish: ne'er she failsThou willing:—with such DeityWhoe'er shall dare compare?Thou wanting, never son and heirThe Hearth can bear, nor parents beBy issue girt, yet can it bear,Thou willing:—with such Deity,Whoe'er shall dare compare?An lack a land thy sacring rite,The perfect rule we ne'er shall seeReach Earth's far bourne; yet such we sight,Thou willing:—with such DeityWhoe'er shall dare compare?Your folds ye gateways wide-ope swing!The maiden comes. Seest not the sheenOf links their splendent tresses fling?Let shame retard the modest mien.Who more she hears us weeps the more,That needs she must advance.Cease raining tear-drops! not for thee,Aurunculeia, risk we deem,That fairer femininetyClear day outdawned from Ocean streamShall ever more behold.Such in the many-tinted bowerOf rich man's garden passing gayUpstands the hyacinthine flower.But thou delayest, wanes the day: