Bride, around whom the rosy leaves are flying, <br />Sweet image of the Cyprian undying, <br />The bed awaits thee; go, and with him lying, <br />Give to the groom thy sweetness, softly sighing. <br />May Hesperus in gladness pass before thee, <br />And Hera of the silver throne bend o'er thee.<br /><br />Sappho<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-a-bride/
