Epithalaminuet

For Hilary and John True

I wish you first what your own love will give, joy.

Next, to be happy. This your own sense will give you.

I wish you last what the Friendly Goddess gives

(O Most True, Most Friendly Goddess, Fortune! ).

These wholly I wish you, and wish you also

To be fortunate in a time when it is not strange to be so.

By the authority committed unto you

I direct into Limbo

The witchwomen with spells of blood,

The witchmen with chains of words,

The witchworms of gold and dead ages.

What, having had your wish, you would wish for, I wish you now

What, having had, you would wish, that I wish you,

I wish you a quiet lane

With trees, and a west wind.