Ideas for a bibliophile wedding?

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We get married in August this year. We are having a non-legally-binding ceremony (doing all that by just nipping down to the register office at some point) so we can basically do what we like.

Any suggestions for any readings? We have two little girls and DP has been married before, so it isn't really a traditional wedding. We used to be party animals, out nearly every night, all night, etc, but now are a lot calmer, in the baking, crafts, real ale, cooking etc mould. I am a SAHM, he works in a warehouse, but we are pretty politically engaged (general left wing/feminist/environmentalist views) and have a house covered in books, so I should be able to find something to read, but my mind is blank!

DP will be basically in Bryon fancy dress, I will be in a long white dress with long hair and a garland of flowers. The wedding will be held in a small theatre.

I have always loved Paul Laurence Dunbar's 'The Paradox':

I AM the mother of sorrows,
I am the ender of grief;
I am the bud and the blossom,
I am the late-falling leaf.

I am thy priest and thy poet,
I am thy serf and thy king;
I cure the tears of the heartsick,
When I come near they shall sing.

White are my hands as the snowdrop;
Swart are my fingers as clay;
Dark is my frown as the midnight,
Fair is my brow as the day.

Battle and war are my minions,
Doing my will as divine;
I am the calmer of passions,
Peace is a nursling of mine.

Speak to me gently or curse me,
Seek me or fly from my sight;
I am thy fool in the morning,
Thou art my slave in the night.

Down to the grave will I take thee,
Out from the noise of the strife;
Then shalt thou see me and know me--
Death, then, no longer, but life.

Then shalt thou sing at my coming,
Kiss me with passionate breath,
Clasp me and smile to have thought me
Aught save the foeman of Death.

Come to me, brother, when weary,
Come when thy lonely heart swells;
I'll guide thy footsteps and lead thee
Down where the Dream Woman dwells.

God, these are gorgeous!! I had the somewhat hackneyed The Bargain, by Sir Phillip Sidney (he was 16th Century, so a bit earlier than Byron).

MY true love hath my heart, and I have his,
By just exchange one for another given:
I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss,
There never was a better bargain driven:
My true love hath my heart, and I have his.

His heart in me keeps him and me in one,
My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides:
He loves my heart, for once it was his own,
I cherish his because in me it bides:
My true love hath my heart, and I have his.

i love I carry your heart, ee cummings:

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)