Classic Poem

Still turn, and imitate the heaven
In motion swift and even,
And as his planets go,
Your brighter lights do so.
May youth and pleasure ever flow;
But let your state, the while,
Be fixed as the isle.
CHORUS

So all that see your beauty's sphere
May know the Elysian fields are here.
1 ECHO The Elysian fields are here.
2 ECHO Elysian fields are here.
(from The Masque of Beauty)