Epithalamions
Hail, Bishop Valentine, whose day this is,
All the Aire is thy Diocis
And all the chirping Choristers
And other birds are thy Parishioners,
Thou marryest every yeare
The Lirique Larke, and the grave whispering Dove,
The Sparrow that neglects his life for love,
The household Bird, with the red stomacher,
Thou mak’st the black bird speed as soone,
As doth the Goldfinch, or the Halcyon;
The husband cocke lookes out, and straight is sped,
And meets his wife, which brings her feather-bed.
This day more cheerfully than ever shine,
This day, which might enflame thy self, Old Valentine.
John Donne: Epithalamions. (An Epithalamion is a marriage song), ” On the Lady
Elizabeth and Count Palatine being Married on St. Valentine’s Day”:
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