WHEN in the dance of the Nymphs, in
the moonlight so holy assembled,
Mingle the Graces, down from Olympus
in secret descending,
Here doth the minstrel hide, and list to their numbers enthralling,
Here doth he watch their silent dances'
All that is glorious in Heaven, and all that the earth in her beauty
Ever hath brought into life, the dreamer
awake sees before him;
All he repeats to the Muses, and lest the gods should be anger'd,
How to tell of secrets discreetly,
the Muses instruct him.