and in his own despite closes his swimming eyes. Scarce
had sudden slumber begun to unstring his limbs, when
the power, leaning over him, hurled him headlong into the 10
streaming waves, tearing away part of the vessel’s stern
and the rudder as he fell, with many a cry for help that
never came, while Sleep himself soared high on his wings
into the yielding air. Safely, nevertheless, rides the fleet
over the water, travelling undaunted in the strength of 15
Neptune’s royal promise. And now it was nearing the
cliffs of the Sirens’[201] isle, cliffs unfriendly in days of old, and