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56 Off they went, vanished, thro' a bad herd's whirling.

And, when returned the brilliant light of Helios,

We view the Aigaian sea on flower with corpses

Of men Achaian and with naval ravage.

But us indeed, and ship, unhurt i' the hull too,

Either some one out-stole us or out-prayed us—

Some god—no man it was the tiller touching.

And Fortune, saviour, willing on our ship sat.

So as it neither had in harbour wave-surge

Nor ran aground against a shore all rocky.

And then, the water Hades having fled from

In the white day, not trusting to our fortune,

We chewed the cud in thoughts—this novel sorrow

O' the army labouring and badly pounded.

And now—of them if anyone is breathing—