at qui illum non ante sopor luctamine tanto lenit agens divum imperiis; cadit inscia clavo dextera demittitque oculos, solataque puppis turbine flectit iter portuque refertur amico.
But Sleep at the bidding of the gods weighs upon him as never before, and lulls him to rest from his heavy travail; unwitting his hand slips from the tiller, his eyes droop, and unpiloted the ship, caught in a puff of wind, turns its course full circle and is borne back to the friendly harbour.
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