white with many a seaman’s bones, and the rocks were
sounding hollow from afar with the untiring surge, when
the great Father perceived the unsteady reel of the masterless 20
ship, and guided it himself through the night of waters,
groaning oft, and staggering under the loss of his friend:
“Victim of faith in the calm of sky and sea, you will lie,
Palinurus, a naked[202] corpse on a strand unknown.”
BOOK VI
So saying and weeping, he gives rope to his fleet, and in