Clear 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 delightsFoul fleshly pleasures seeking stillShall ever choose he lie o' nightsFar from thy tender paps.But as with pliant shoots the vineRound nearest tree-trunk winds her way,He shall be ever twined in thineEmbraces:— yet, lo! wanes the day:Prithee, come forth new Bride!Couchlet which to me and allWith bright white bedstead foot.What joys the lord of thee betide!What love-liesse on vaguing way0' nights! What sweets in morning tideFor thee be stored! Yet wanes the day:Prithee, come forth fresh Bride!Your lighted links, 0 boys, wave high:I see the flamey veil draw nigh:Hie, sing in merry mode and cry"0 Hymen Hymenaeus io,0 Hymen Hymenaeus!"Lest longer mute tongue stays that joysIn festal jest, from Fescennine,Nor yet denay their nuts to boys,He-Concubine! who learns in fineHis lordling's love is fled.Throw nuts to boys thou idle allHe-Concubine! wast fain full longWith nuts to play: now pleased as thrallBe thou to swell Talasios' throng:He-Concubine throw nuts.Wont thou at peasant-girls to japeHe-whore! Thy Lord's delight the while:Now shall hair-curling chattel scrapeThy cheeks: poor wretch, ah! poor and vile:—He-Concubine, throw nuts.'Tis said from smooth-faced ingle train(Anointed bridegroom!) hardly fainHast e'er refrained; now do refrain!O Hymen Hymenaeus io,O Hymen Hymenaeus!We know that naught save licit ritesBe known to thee, but wedded wights