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Then by the bed-side, where the faded moon
Made a dim, silver twilight, soft he set
A table, and, half anguish’d, threw thereon
A cloth of woven crimson, gold, and jet:—
O for some drowsy Morphean amulet!
The boisterous, midnight, festive clarion,
The kettle-drum, and far-heard clarionet,
Affray his ears, though but in dying tone:—
The hall door shuts again, and all the noise is gone.
Summary
Then he places a table by the side of Madeline’s bed, which is dimly lighted by the soft moon-light. Half painfully afraid, lest he should make any noise and awaken her, covers the table with a cloth woven in three colors, namely crimson, gold and glossy black. Now, Porphyro wished for some sleep-giving charm for Madeline. Far from outside, his ears are assailed by the loud, noisy music of the clarion (a narrow-tubed shrill-sounding trumpet), the kettle-drum, and the clarionet, move although their sound becomes fainter and fainter as the musicians farther and farther away till the Hall-door shuts and the noise is gone.