But at that time the moon was in eclipse,
850Which with enfeebling fears did them arrest.
Some shrilly screamed; some brazen pans did clang,
To ease her travail and abate her pang.
And when the monthly-hornèd queen had got
Her face again with silver glitter rayed,
Save only what the dragon's tail does spot,
On their pale lilies blushing claret strayed.
Then did the aged voice repeat again,
'Welcome, fair lady, to my maiden-train.'