Poem by Robert Burns

Epithalamium

1. 

O a’ ye hymeneal powers  
That rule the essence-mixing hours!  
Whether in eastern monarch’s bow’rs  
         Or Greenland caves,  
A nuptial scene in Machlin tow’rs  
         Your presence craves.  
 
2. 

Threescore-fyfteen, a blooming bride,  
This night with seventy-four is ty’d;  
O mak the bed baith saft an’ wide  
         Wi’ canie toil,  
An’ lay them gently side by side,  
         At least a while.  

1. The Caird’s Second Song
2. The Sailor’s Song
3. Had I The Wyte
4. The Rantin’ Dog the Daddie O’t
5. The Toast

Edmund Gosse Epithalamium ("HIGH in the organ-loft, with lilied hair")

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