As on loud ocean, lashed by boisterous gale The billows the rash bark assault, and still-- Now threatening poop, now threatening prow -- assail, And, in their rage and fury, fain would fill;
The pilot sighs and groans, dismaid and pale, -- He that should aid, and has not heart or skill-- At length a surge the pinnace sweeps and swallows, And wave on wave in long succession follows;
