@3Move 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.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...QUATRAIN: FATE by RALPH WALDO EMERSON NURSERY REMINISCENCES by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM PSALM 11. IN DOMINO CONFIDO by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE A MARCH GLEE by JOHN BURROUGHS VERMONT DRIED BEEF by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY |