Shout heavenward across the crimson sky;
For mehears Olympus mine soul doth call;
Soar among stars upon Pegasus fly;
Set clouds afire let Zeus’ lightning enthrall.
Tis but the favor of the Gods I seek,
Of battles forged and vain glory foretold,
Where turn of fortune t’was born of a Greek,
And matrimony soared on wings of gold.
Lift the honorable fragrant bouquet,
As angels breath clasps the garland upright,
Scatter dreamlike joy and let music play;
Veiled bride dance madly upon veiled night;
See forests cloaked in azure-blue light;
And, play-on until the bright morning light.