The gushing streams roll back th’ unfinished sound,
He gasps! and sinks amid the vast profound.
Five only left of all the shipwrecked throng
Yet ride the mast which shoreward drives along;
With these Arion still his hold secures,
And all assaults of hostile waves endures:
O’er the dire prospect as for life he strives,
He looks if poor Palemon yet survives—
“Ah wherefore, trusting to unequal art,
Didst thou, incautious! from the wreck depart!