Deserted, and his friends so nigh.
He long survives, who lives an hour
In ocean, self-upheld:
And so long he, with unspent power,
His destiny repelled: 40
And ever as the minutes flew,
Entreated help, or cried—‘Adieu!’
At length, his transient respite past,
His comrades, who before
Had heard his voice in every blast, 45