The sky, like grass of watchet hue,
Reflected Phœbus' golden hair;
The garnished tree no pendant stirred,
No voice was heard of any bird.
There might you see the burly bear,
The lion king, the elephant.
The maiden unicorn was there,
So was Actæon's horned plant:
And what of wild or tame are found,
Were couched in order on the ground.