We know that naught save licit ritesBe known to thee, but wedded wightsNo more deem lawful such delights.O Hymen Hymenaeus io,O Hymen Hymenaeus.Thou too, 0 Bride, whatever dareThy groom, of coy rebuff beware,Lest he to find elsewhither fare.O Hymen Hymenaeus io,O Hymen Hymenaeus.Lo! here the house of high degreeThy husband's puissant home to be,Which ever shall obey thy gree.O Hymen Hymenaeus io,O Hymen Hymenaeus!Till Time betide when eld the hoarThy head and temples trembling o'erMake nod to all things evermore.O Hymen Hymenaeus io,0 Hymen Hymenaeus.O'erstep with omen meetest meetThe threshold-stone thy golden feetUp, past the polisht panels fleet.O Hymen Hymenaeus io,O Hymen Hymerneus.Within bestrewn thy bridegroom seeOn couch of Tyrian cramoisyAll imminent awaiting thee.O Hymen Hymenaeus io,O Hymen Hymenaeus.For in his breast not less than thineBurn high the flames that deepest shrine,Yet his the lowe far deeper lien.