Bounding the steep acclivities which seethed 
Upon the deep, some remnants of his raft— 
Spars and their fastenings—withheld the sea 
From closing upon the man its watery folds. 
Beyond the spiring waves, the heavens shook 
With thunder. A towering wave advanced 
Over the dreadful aspect of the ocean, 
Aspiring to conceal the heavens, 
And toppled upon him, dashing the man 
From what remained of his raft, spreading far 
The spars over the rush. Yet did he grasp 
And mount a final portion, as though to ride 
The un-stabled canter of the waves to shore. 
Then a livid light convulsed the air and water 
With ruin, and in his heart the man at last 
Relented. Doffing the garments 
Calypso had woven, he offered 
Himself to the mercy of the untamable 
And welling sea, and dove. 

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