Classic Poem

Me thought Calliope did from heauen discende
To sing, fayre mistresse thy sweet bewties praise,
Thy sweet enchanting voyce did Orpheus raise,
Who with his harpe which downe the gods did sende
Caelestiall concorde to the voyce did lende,
His musicke all wild beastes so did amaze
That they submissiue to thy lookes did bende:
Hilles, trees, townes, bridges, from their places wende
Hopping, and dancing, all the windes be still
And listen, whiles the Nightingalles fulfill
With Larkes and Thrushes all defectes of pleasure:
Springs sang thy prayses in a murmur shill,
Whiles I inrag'd with musicke, out of traunce
Like Bacchus preeste, did in thy presence daunce.