Epithalamium. Another Version Of 'A Bridal Song'.

Night, with all thine eyes look down!     Darkness shed its holiest dew!     When ever smiled the inconstant moon     On a pair so true?     Hence, coy hour! and quench thy light,     Lest eyes see their own delight!     Hence, swift hour! and thy loved flight     Oft renew.     BOYS:     O joy! O fear! what may be done     In the absence of the sun?     Come along!     The golden gates of sleep unbar!     When strength and beauty meet together,     Kindles their image like a star     In a sea of glassy weather.     Hence, coy hour! and quench thy light,     Lest eyes see their own delight!     Hence, swift hour! and thy loved flight     Oft renew.     GIRLS:     O joy! O fear! what may be done     In the absence of the sun?     Come along!     Fairies! sprites! and angels, keep her!     Holiest powers, permit no wrong!     And return, to wake the sleeper,     Dawn, ere it be long.     Hence, swift hour! and quench thy light,     Lest eyes see their own delight!     Hence, coy hour! and thy loved flight     Oft renew.     BOYS AND GIRLS:     O joy! O fear! what will be done     In the absence of the sun?     Come along!