Nigh buried in their sockets are his eyes, Spare in his visage, and as dry as bone:
Dishevelled is his hair in woeful wise, With frightful beard his cheek is overgrown:
No sooner is he seen, than backward flies Angelica, who, trembling sore, is flown:
She shrieking loud, all trembling and dismaid, Betakes her to her youthful guide for aid.