Shall never stem the billows more,
Deserted by her gallant band,
Amid the breakers lies astrand,[346]
So, on his couch, lay Roderick Dhu!
And oft his fever’d limbs he threw
In toss abrupt, as when her sides
Lie rocking in the advancing tides,
That shake her frame with ceaseless beat,
Yet cannot heave her from the seat;—
Oh, how unlike her course on sea!