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A daughter have I: she is fair, is fair!

Graceful and tall does my darling stand

As a sunflower gleaming with golden hair!

O, all the treasures of Morning-land

Were but as dust in the balance laid,

Beside her, my Cleïs, my little maid!

Raise high the beams of the raftered hall,

(Sing the Hymen-refrain!)

Ye builders, of the bridal-dwelling!

(Sing the Hymen-refrain!)

Lo, the bridegroom comes, as the War-god tall—

(Sing the Hymen-refrain!)

Now nay—yet our tallest in stature excelling;

(Sing the Hymen-refrain!)

For stately he towers above all the throng

As the Lesbian singer towers among

All alien poets, a prince of song.