Wedding Night

Far from the feasting, in the bedroom Sits loyal Amor and quakes with dread: What if the guests become too zestful, Break the peace of the bridal bed? A mystical and holy shimmer Flows from his pale flames of gold; For you both a whirl of incense Readies pleasures manifold. How throbs your heart as chiming timepiece Chases noisy guests away; Any moment, lips you burn for Nought will utter, nought gainsay. You hasten with her to the temple, There to consummate your bliss; The guardian holds aloft his flambeau, Still and small as a taper is. How she trembles with your kisses, Bosom, lips, and cheeks, and brow: His severities are shivers, Your derring-do is duty now. Quick, Amor helps you undress her, He has half your enterprise; Roguish, then, but also modest, He'll be closing both his eyes.