Day rise naught tonight

Give the rising aubade no consort

For her pyre will scald away thee desires

A hard man’s labour wilt not devour thine zeal


Today we coalesce

The gray mare and her baron

Into an alliance of nuptial benediction


The torch of Hymen

Lights thine way to his temple

‘Tis to be a matron’s birth


Shed no tears


Coming squaws

Your time will come


The thoroughfare of passionate piety

‘Tis open to you

Dear mate to come old dowager

Thine eyes

My burgeoning Vesta

Art effulgent of dolor


Settle the pact

For all the world’s sake.

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