The gemmy bridle glitter’d free,
Like to some branch of stars we see
Hung in the golden Galaxy[45].
The bridle bells rang merrily
As he rode down to Camelot:
And from his blazon’d baldric[46] slung
A mighty silver bugle hung,
And as he rode his armour rung,
Beside remote Shalott.
All in the blue unclouded weather