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On Hearing AURELIA sing One Evening in the Park.
I
When Fair Aurelia tun'd her Voice,The List'ning Trees advanc'd,
(As when of Old Amphion play'd)
And in due Order danc'd.
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II
The Feather'd Choir around her stood,Attentive to Her Song,
And, as they catch'd Her Charming Notes,
Would imitate 'em as they flew along.
III
Not the Soft Musick of The Nine,Or of th' Harmonious Spheres;
Not the Soft Notes of Dying Swans
Were Half so sweet as Hers.
IV
Sure 'twas Fair VENUS in Disguise,With Sweet APOLLO's Tongue:
So much She like a Goddess lock'd,
So like a GOD She sung.
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