A strange and sad osten our knights distressed; For while the tempest's fiery rage increased, About our decks and hatches, lo, appear Serpents, as Lerna had been poured out there, Crawling about us; which fear to eschew, The knights the tackle climbed, and hung in view, When violently a flash of lightning came, And from our sights did bear them in the flame: Which past, no serpent there was to be seen, And all was hushed. as storm had never been. |