She, without pilot, without crew, alone, As wind and fortune ordered it, was bound:
The vessel neared the shore, with sails full-blown, Furrowing the waves, until she took the ground.
But ere of these three warriors more be shown, The love wherewith I to the Child am bound, To his story brings me back, and bids record What past 'twixt him and Clermont's warlike lord.
