So the trumpets and loud drums were struck,
And at the same time a huge musket was set off.
[…] Such a bang rose up at the time; and when the king then
Moved from his majesty in his golden cloak,
All moved with him; there, thus, as the morning
Zephyr on the silent sea raises billowing waves
At the first rising of the sun which, while feeling
The gracious wind, they lazily advance.
After that behind the larger spirit they rise denser and denser,
And flowing against the sun, they flash to it from afar:
In this shape people then moved from their places,
And towards their dwelling as they walked together.
The last of the day’s revelry was claimed,
Dances and good thoughts and the sweet sound of the lute.