He hails The crews, and biddeth them the masts uprear, And stretch the sheets.

All, tacking, loose the brails Larboard or starboard, and let go the sails, And square or sideways to the breeze incline The lofty sailyards.

Welcome blow the gales Behind them.

Palinurus leads the line; The rest his course obey, and follow at his sign.
CXIV.

Damp Night well-nigh had climbed Olympus' crest; Each slumbering mariner his limbs unbends, Stretched by his oar, along the bench at rest, When lo! false Sleep his feathery wings extends.
To guiltless Palinurus he descends, Parting the scattered shadows.