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122 While thus he spake, a billow on his head Bursting impetuous, whirl’d the raft around, And, dashing from his grasp the helm, himself Plunged far remote. Then came a sudden gust Of mingling winds, that in the middle snapp’d His mast, and, hurried o’er the waves afar, Both sail and sail-yard fell into the flood. Long time submerged he lay, nor could with ease The violence of that dread shock surmount, Or rise to air again, so burthensome His drench’d apparel proved; but, at the last, He rose, and, rising, sputter’d from his lips The brine that trickled copious from his brows. Nor, harass’d as he was, resign’d he yet His raft, but buffetting the waves aside With desp’rate efforts, seized it, and again Fast seated on the middle deck, escaped. Then roll’d the raft at random in the flood, Wallowing unwieldy, toss’d from wave to wave. As when in autumn, Boreas o’er the plain Conglomerated thorns before him drives, They, tangled, to each other close adhere, So her the winds drove wild about the Deep. By turns the South consign’d her to be sport For the rude North-wind, and, by turns, the East Yielded her to the worrying West a prey. But Cadmus’ beauteous daughter (Ino once, Now named Leucothea) saw him; mortal erst