---Who more she hears us weeps the more,That needs she must advance.Cease raining tear-drops! not for thee,Aurunculeia, risk we deem,That fairer femininetyClear 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 all---With bright white bedstead foot.What joys the lord of thee betide!What love-liesse on vaguing way0' nights! What sweets in morning tide