The reef enwrapped, th’ inserting knittles tied,
The halyards throt and peak are next applied—
The order given, the yard aloft they swayed,
The brails relaxed, th’ extended sheet belayed;
The helm its post forsook, and, lashed a-lee,
Inclined the wayward prow to front the sea.
IV. When sacred Orpheus on the Stygian coast,
With notes divine deplored his consort lost;
Though round him perils grew in fell array,
And fates and furies stood to bar his way;