Now near the Sirens' perilous cliffs they draw, White with men's bones, and hear the surf-beat side Roar with hoarse thunder.

Here the Sire, who saw The ship was labouring, and had lost her guide, Straight seized the helm, and steered her through the tide, While, grieved in heart, with many a groan and sigh, He mourned for Palinurus.

"Ah," he cried, "For faith reposed on flattering sea and sky, Left on an unknown shore, thy naked corpse must lie!".