And listens to [the Herald of the Sea,]
[That came in Neptune’s plea.] 90
He asked the waves, and asked the felon winds,
What hard mishap hath doomed this gentle swain?
And questioned every gust of rugged wings
That blows from off each beaked promontory.
[They knew not of his story]; 95
And [sage Hippotades] their answer brings,
That not a blast was from his dungeon strayed:
The air was calm, and on the level brine