Flames fragrantly. Was ever Happy Pair
So served, or so secure?
Take the rose-reins, young bridegroom; bridled so
Leo's not hard to ride.
Sweet May, the new-made bride,
Will find her lion palfrey-paced. And lo!
The genial god's unfailing torch aglow
Burns bravely at her side!
Epithalamia seem out of date;
Hymen cares not to-day