Sunset, pink and blue closing of a day,
Regret for those except creatures of night,
Don’t let the sun sink below, there to stay:
We set this feast before its fading light.
Our offering, though filled with fear and fright,
Will often, after draughts of wine and praise,
Quite soften her slow will; revered in white,
She suffers not, this daughter of the rays.
The red wine from her vessels now we raise
Instead of that from grape, and then we pray
Your wedding is successful, that you might
Have bled her gratefully, and fed our maize.
Her mother, for the rest of her days, may
We love her, placed up on pedestal’s height.
Wed 26 Sep 2007
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