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Clinging together, so the blasts of heavenHither and thither drove it o'er the sea.And now the south wind flung it to the northTo buffet; now the cast wind to the west. Ino Leucothea saw him clinging there,The delicate-footed child of Cadmus, onceA mortal, speaking with a mortal voice,Though now, within the ocean-gulfs, she sharesThe honors of the gods. With pity sheBeheld Ulysses struggling thus distressed,And, rising from the abyss below, in formA cormorant, the sea-nymph took her perchOn the well-banded raft, and thus she said: "Ah, luckless man, how hast thou angered thusEarth-shaking Neptune, that he visits theeWith these disasters? Yet he cannot take,Although he seek it earnestly, thy life.Now do my bidding, for thou seemest wise.Laying aside thy garments, let the raftDrift with the winds, while thou, by strength of arm,
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