The Hosting of the King and other poems.
"U.S. Copyright Renewals, 1962 July - December"
U.S. Copyright Office
But now the moon like a white rose shone In the pale west, and the sun's rim sank, And clouds arrayed their rank on rank About his fading crimson ball: The floor of Emen's Hosting hall Was not more level than the sea, As full of loving phantasy, And with low murmurs we rode on, Where many a trumpet-twisted shell That in immortal silence sleeps Dreaming of her own melting hues, Her golds, her ambers, and her blues, Pierced with soft light the shallowing deeps.
"Poems"
W. B. Yeats
A many comely nymphs drew nigh to starboard and to larboard and, clinging to the sides of the noble bark, they linked their shining forms as doth the cunning wheelwright when he fashions about the heart of his wheel the equidistant rays whereof each one is sister to another and he binds them all with an outer ring and giveth speed to the feet of men whenas they ride to a Hosting or contend for the smile of ladies fair.
"Ulysses"
James Joyce