Diedst?” but Phœbus promised: “None lost at sea,
And all to disembark in Italy?”
“The Oracle spoke truth;” the Pilot said:
“Clinging to the helm, the fourth morn I made
Italy; the while, by the Seas I swear,
I feared not for myself; my only care
Was for thy ship, its steersman lost, and helm,
A prey for waves and gales to overwhelm.
But I landed, began to climb the cliff,
When brute shore-men taking me, soaked and stiff,