“The king’s son have I landed by himself,
Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs,
In an odd angle of the isle,”
Sings the “airy spirit,” adding, however—
“Safely in harbour
Is the king’s ship in the deep nook; where once
Thou call’st me up at midnight, to fetch dew
From the still vexed Bermoothes,[87] there she’s hid:
The mariners all under hatches stowed.”
And so with the kindly spirit and the rightful Duke we may leave the tempest-tossed mariners.