Goes down, and, foundering, drags with her whoe'er Leaving the larger bark, on her relies.
Then doleful shrieks are heard, 'mid sob and tear, Calling for succour on unpitying skies:
But for short space that shrilling cry they rear;
For, swoln with rage and scorn, the waters rise, And in a moment wholly stop the vent Whence issues that sad clamour and lament.
