- With so black spirit, of so dure a mould,
- E'en voice of suppliant must thou disregard
- In latest circumstance ah, heart o'er hard?
Of Helicon-hill, O Thou that beHaunter, Urania's progeny,Who hurriest soft virginityTo man, 0 Hymenaeus Hymen,0 Hymen Hymenaeus.About thy temples bind the bloom,Of Marjoram flow'ret scented sweet;Take flamey veil: glad hither comeCome hither borne by snow-hue'd feetWearing the saffron'd sock.And, roused by day of joyful cheer,Carolling nuptial lays and chauntsWith voice as silver ringing clear,Beat ground with feet, while brandisht flauntsThy hand the piney torch.For Vinia comes by Manlius woo'd,As Venus on th' Idalian crest,