Which visionary beings did create,
And burn the foulest dross to purest gold:
Whatever spirits rose in earth or air,
Or bad or good, obey his dread command;
To his behests these willingly repair,
Those aw’d by terrors of his magic wand,
The which not all their pow’rs united might withstand.
Beside the bard there stood a beauteous maid,
Whose glittering appearance dimm’d the eyen;
Her thin-wrought vesture various tints display’d,