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:“Prithee, come forth new Bride.”Prithee, come forth new Bride! methinks,Drawing in sight, the talk we holdThou haply hearest. See the Links!How shake their locks begilt with gold:Prithee, new Bride come forth.Not lightly given thy mate to illJoys and adulterous delights