Within he takes a day or two's repose;
And, when he finds Orlando comes not there, Again to Brava and Anglantes goes Inquiring tidings of the royal fair;
Nor, whether morning dawns or noontide glows, -- Nor night nor day -- his weary steed does spare;
Nor once -- but twice a hundred times -- has run The selfsame course, by light of moon or sun.
