“First on the wall was peinted a forest, In which thcr wonncth neythcr man ne best; With knotty, knarry, barrein trees old, Of stubbes sharpe, and hldous to behold; In which ther ran a romble and a swough, As though a storme shuld bresten every bough. And, dounward from an hill, under a bent, Ther stood the temple of Mars Armipotcnt, Wrought all of burned stele; of which th’ entrée Was longe and streite, and gastly for to see; And therout came a rage and swiche a vise, That it made all the gates for to rise. The northern light in at the dore shone; For window, on the wall, ne was ther none, Thurgh which men mighten any light discerne. The dore was all of athamant eterne; Yclenched, overthwart and endelong, With yren tough. And, for to make it strong, Every piler the temple to sustene Was tonne-gret, of yren bright and shcne.