The helm th’ attentive timoneer applies:
As in pursuit along th’ aërial way
With ardent eye the falcon marks his prey.
Each motion watches of the doubtful chace,
Obliquely wheeling through the fluid space;
So, governed by the steersman’s glowing hands,
The regent helm her motion still commands.
But now, the transient squall to leeward past,
Again she rallies to the sullen blast:
The helm to starboard moves; each shivering sail