"O´re the smooth enamel´d green
where no print of step hath been,
follow me as I sing,
and touch the warbled string.
Under the shady roof
of branching elm-star-proof,
follow me,
I will bring you where she sits,
clad in splendor as befits
her deity.
Such a rural queen
all Arcadia hath not seen."
John Milton
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