Move Now with Measured Sound

Move now with measur’d sound

You charmed groves 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 pow’r 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 Phoebus’ 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.