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26 'Twas near an old enchaunted court, Where sportive faeries made resort
 * To revel out the night.

His heart was drear, his hope was cross'd, 'Twas late, 'twas farr, the path was lost
 * That reach'd the neighbour-town;

With weary steps he quits the shades, Resolv'd the darkling dome he treads,
 * And drops his limbs adown.

But scant he lays him on the floor, When hollow winds remove the door,
 * A trembling rocks the ground:

And, well I ween to count aright, At once an hundred tapers light
 * On all the walls around.

Now sounding tongues assail his ear, Now sounding feet approachen near,
 * And now the sounds encrease;

And from the corner where he lay He sees a train profusely gay
 * Come pranckling o'er the place.

But, trust me, gentles, never yet Was dight a masquing half so neat,
 * Or half so rich before;

The country lent the sweet perfumes, The sea the pearl, the sky the plumes,
 * The town its silken store.