With numberless rich pennons streaming
And flags and banners of fair seeming
Then thirty thousand Turkish troops
And more, ranged in well ordered groups,
Garbed and accoutred splendidly,
Dashed on the host impetuously.
Like lightning speed their horses fleet,
And dust rose thick before their feet.
Moving ahead of the emirs
There came a band of trumpeters
And other men with drums and tabors
There were, who had no other labours
Except upon their drums to hammer
And hoot, and shriek and make great clamour.
So loud their tabors did discord
They had drowned the thunder of the Lord.