He seeks the paladin, now here now there, Echoing his name as loud as he can shout;
And thitherward inclines his courser, where The bodies are most thickly strown about.
At length encounter, sword to sword, the pair, For broken are alike their lances stout;
Which shivering in their hands, had flown upright.
And smote the starry chariot of the Night.
