To Helen hopeless and Dido dumb—
The sound of a noise of cab or carriage,
A rhythm of rapture, a mode of marriage.
Sing “Hallelujah!” Shout “Io Pæan!”
Hymen—O Hymen, behold, they come!
What shall I sing to them? How shall I speak to them?
Whose is the speech that a groom thinks good?
Oh that a while I might gabble in Greek to them—
Gabble and gush and be understood,
Gush and glow and be understanded,