Shattered: and these, butted at in a fury
By storm and typhoon, with surge rain-resounding,—
Oft they went, vanished, through a bad herd's whirling.
And, when returned the brilliant light of Helios,
We view the Aigaian sea on flower with corpses
Of men Achaian and with naval ravage.
But us indeed, and ship, unhurt i' the hull too,
Either some one outstole us or outprayed us—
Some god—no man it was the tiller touching.
And Fortune, savior, willing on our ship sat.