Page:The poems of Gaius Valerius Catullus - Francis Warre Cornish.djvu/79



Raise aloft the torches, boys: I see the wedding

veil coming. Go on, sing in measure, Io Hymen

Hymenaeus io, io Hymen Hymenaeus! Let not the

merry Fescennine raillery be silent-long.



See how mighty and rich for you is the house

of your husband; be content to be mistress here,

(Io Hymen Hymenaeus io, io Hymen Hymenaeus!)

even till hoary old age, shaking a trembling head, nods assent to all for all. Io Hymen Hymenaeus io, io Hymen Hymenaeus!

Bear over the threshold with a good omen your golden feet, and enter the polished door. Io Hymen Hymenaeus io, io Hymen Hymenaeus!

See how your husband within, reclining on the purple couch, is all eagerness for you. Io Hymen Hymenaeus io, io Hymen Hymenaeus!, 70