Five mixes will quickly steep themselves in night;
Five mixes will quickly dream away the time;
And then the moon, like to a silver bow
New-bent in heaven, shall behold the night
Of our solemnities...
Five mixes will quickly steep themselves in night;
Five mixes will quickly dream away the time;
And then the moon, like to a silver bow
New-bent in heaven, shall behold the night
Of our solemnities...