Ode 57: Epithalamium
Cypris, queen of goddesses, Love, of mortals king,
Hymen, true source of pleasure—this trinity I sing—
To Cypris and Love and Hymen homage and praise I bring.
Behold thy bride, O Stratocles; favourite of Cypris, rise!
Husband of Myrilla, gaze in thy love's bright eyes.
Fair as a flower she gleams; haste, for the daylight dies.
The rose is the queen of flowers, and of virgins the rose
Is Myrilla—coy, yet with desire she glows.
Haste, groom, in thine amorous arms thy sweet blushing bride enclose.
With the fervour of youth thus shall ye snare delight
Through the witching hours of the all-too-soon-fled night,
Until the darkness melts 'neath the rays of the lord of light.
May prosperity's sun shine on the genial bed,
May the gracious gifts of the gods on the fortunate pair be shed,
And theirs be a progeny famed for beauty and lustihead.
Hymen, true source of pleasure—this trinity I sing—
To Cypris and Love and Hymen homage and praise I bring.
Behold thy bride, O Stratocles; favourite of Cypris, rise!
Husband of Myrilla, gaze in thy love's bright eyes.
Fair as a flower she gleams; haste, for the daylight dies.
The rose is the queen of flowers, and of virgins the rose
Is Myrilla—coy, yet with desire she glows.
Haste, groom, in thine amorous arms thy sweet blushing bride enclose.
With the fervour of youth thus shall ye snare delight
Through the witching hours of the all-too-soon-fled night,
Until the darkness melts 'neath the rays of the lord of light.
May prosperity's sun shine on the genial bed,
May the gracious gifts of the gods on the fortunate pair be shed,
And theirs be a progeny famed for beauty and lustihead.
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