There he made great stir and called out his men,
And marshalled their ranks on a level fen,
And clothed them in black and gave beside
His knights black stallions which to ride,
And ordered no singing. "For," said he,
We mourn one dead in Rimini."
Over the hills he caused to go
His sombre ranks to Reggio;
Through pleasant valleys and dew-drenched woods
His horsemen paced in their sable hoods