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Upon a time, before the faery broods / Drove Nymph and Satyr from the prosperous woods, / Before King Oberon's bright diadem, / Sceptre, and mantlye, clasp'd with dewy gem, / Frighted away the Dryads and the Fauns / From rushes green, and brakes, and cowslip'd lawns, / The ever-smitten Hermes empty left / His golden throne, bent warm on amorous theft: / From high Olympus had he stolen light, / On this side of Jove's clouds, to escape the sight / Of his great summoner, and made retreat / Into a forest on the shores of Crete.