She comes, and youthful voices

Χαίροισα νύμφα, χαιρέτω δ’ ὀ γάμβρος·

SHE comes, and youthful voices 
  On Hymen praise confer; 
She comes, and she rejoices, 
  Rejoice with her, 
O bridegroom! Let her see 
Thy brave felicity. 

She comes, with shining blushes 
  Of unalloyed delight; 
Her very chaplet flushes, 
  Its buds as bright 
With vermeil glow and grace 
As is her veilèd face. 

She comes, and brings the treasure 
  Of virgin years apart; 
She comes to do thy pleasure 
  With all her heart; 
She knows what joy divine 
She keeps to make it thine.

Could Hebe at the table 
  Of Heaven, her cup of gold 
Mixed with delights, be able 
  Such bliss to hold 
And pour, as she, thy bride, 
Can offer at thy side ? 

She comes, with leaping torches, 
  With song and merriment; 
She sweeps between thy porches, 
  On thee intent, 
As gay as Iris when 
She bears glad news to men. 

She comes in state, resplendent 
  As unshorn field of wheat;

And like a vine-branch pendent 
  With clusters sweet, 
She is endowed to bless 
With bounteous loveliness. 

She is to thee the bearer 
  Of triumph and of fame; 
Be in her mirth a sharer! 
  For it were shame 
If thou, through fear, wert slow 
Thine ecstasy to show.

She comes, thy hope fulfilling ; 
  O happy bridegroom, see, 
How gracious and how willing 
  She comes to thee. 
Rejoice! Oh, be not dumb ! 
Rejoice, for she is come!