With fruitless buffetings, they dare
To lend their aid with cheering words355
And helping hands.
But what avails
To escape the grasp of the savage sea?
By the sword of the son is she doomed to die,
Whose monstrous deed posterity
Will scarce believe. With rage and grief360
Inflamed, he raves that still she lives,
His mother, snatched from the wild sea's jaws,