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.