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Garlands she bade them wear of varied hue, on blondest tresses of the purest shine: Who had not said the ruddy florets grew on nat’ural gold, which Love had loved to ’twine? To tame and blandish by the charming view the noisome crew of Winds, she doth design her galaxy of Nymphs, a train as fair as Planets dancing on the plains of air.