Thus while the virgin be whole, such while she's the dearling of kinsfolk;
Yet no sooner is lost her bloom from body polluted,
Neither to youths she is joy, nor a dearling she to the maidens.
Hymen O Hymenæus, Hymen here, O Hymenæus!
Youths.
E'en as an unmated vine which born in field of the barest
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Never upraises head nor breeds the mellowy grape-bunch,
But under weight prone-bowed that tender body a-bending