And little curling horns of tendrils spread
Round all the canvas, and continually
Rose through each plank; then those base coward men,
With one consent leaped headlong in the sea,
And changed to dolphins, hiding from the day,
Pursued by sharks, in terror broke away.
Now in his floating vineyard, Bacchus passed
To longing Crete, and Iris graciously
Arched him with rainbows, and a glory shone
To welcome him o’er all the neighbouring sea.
While in the distance angry lightnings played
Wmthful on Lemnos, and that isle dismayed.