Again the dismal prospect opens round,
The wreck, the shore, the dying, and the drown’d!
And see! enfeebled by repeated shocks,
Those two, who scramble on th’ adjacent rocks,
Their faithless hold no longer can retain,
They sink o’erwhelmed! and never rise again.
Two with Arion yet the mast upbore,
That now above the ridges reached the shore;
Still trembling to descend, they downward gaze
With horror pale, and torpid with amaze: