Edmund William Gosse (Эдмунд Госс)

Epithalamium

HIGH in the organ-loft, with lilied hair,
Love plied the pedals with his snowy foot,
Pouring forth music like the scent of fruit,
And stirring all the incense-laden air;
We knelt before the altar's gold rail where
The priest stood robed, with chalice and palm-shoot,
With music-men, who bore citole and lute,
Behind us, and the attendant virgins fair;
And so our red aurora flashed to gold,
Our dawn to sudden sun, and all the while
The high-voiced children trebled clear and cold,
The censer-boys went swinging down the aisle,
And far above, with fingers strong and sure,
Love closed our lives' triumphant overture. 

1. The Mænad's Grave
2. At the Play
3. With a Copy of Herrick
4. The Bath
5. Greece and England

John Stagg (Джон Стэгг) Epithalamium ("HAIL! Hymen, thou propitious god of joy")

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