Classic Poem

A full Song .
Supported now by Clouds descend,
Divine Prometheus, Hymens friend:
Leade downe the new transformed fires,
And fill their breasts with loves desires;
That they may revell with delight,
And celebrate this nuptiall night,
So celebrate this nuptiall night,
That all which see may stay:
They never viewed so faire a sight,
Even on the cleerest day.