Forth pacing hence, at midnight dark,

      The rampart seek, whose circling crown

      Crests the ascent of yonder down:

      A southern entrance shalt thou find;

      There halt, and there thy bugle wind,                      425

      And trust thine elfin foe to see,

      In guise of thy worst enemy:

      Couch then thy lance, and spur thy steed-

      Upon him! and Saint George to speed!

      If he go down, thou soon shalt know                        430

      Whate’er these airy sprites can show: -