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First Line: Move now with measured sound
Last Line: Now to release apollo's knights from these enchanted trees.


Move now with measured sound,
You charmed grove of gold,
Trace forth the sacred ground
That shall your forms unfold.

Diana and the starry Night for your Apollo's sake
Endue your Sylvan shapes with power this strange delight to make.
Much joy must needs the place betide where trees for gladness move:
A fairer sight was ne'er beheld, or more expressing love.
Yet nearer Phœbus' throne
Meet on your winding ways,
Your bridal mirth make known
In your high-graced Hayes.
Let Hymen lead your sliding rounds, and guide them with his light,
While we do Io Hymen sing in honour of this night,
Join three by three, for so the night by triple spell decrees,
Now to release Apollo's knights from these enchanted trees.





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