I hear the far-off curfew sound, / Over some wide-watered shore, / Swinging slow with sullen roar.

And filled the air with barbarous dissonance.

Their rising all at once was as the sound Of thunder heard remote.

Sonorous metal blowing martial sounds, At which the universal host up sent A shout that tore hell's concave, and beyond Frighted the reign of Chaos and old Night.

By slow Meander's margent green, / And in the violet-embroidered vale.

Fairy damsels met in forest wide / By knights of Logres, or of Lyones, / Lancelot or Pelleas, or Pellenore.