All 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.O Hymen Hymemeus io,O Hymen Hymenaeus.Let fall the maid's soft arms, thou fairBoy purple-hem'd: now be thy careHer bridegroom's couch she seek and share.O Hymen Hymenaeus io,0 Hymen Hymenaeus.Ye wives time-tried to husbands wed,Well-known for chastity inbred,Dispose the virginette a-bed.O Hymen Hymenaeus io,0 Hymen Hymenaeus.Groom, now 'tis meet thou hither pace,With bride in genial bed to blend,For sheenly shines her flowery faceWhere the white chamomiles contendWith poppies blushing red.