That mann’d her deck, were seen, a straggling few,
Far scatter’d on the surges. Julio felt
The impulse of that hour, and low he knelt,
Within his own light bark—a pray’rful man!
And clasp’d his lifeless bride; and to her wan,
Cold cheek did lay his melancholy brow.—
“Save thou a mariner!” he starteth now
To hear that dying cry; and there is one,
All worn and wave-wet, by his bark anon,
Clinging, in terror of the ireful sea,