XXIII.

’Twas thus the Basque barqueras, happiest race, Like their Cantabrian mothers rowed along; A nymph-republic from whose dwelling-place Both man and dame excludes the Nereid throng, True to their Ocean-sire, as Dian strong. Two row each bark, and one Dorina steers ’Neath fluttering banderoles, and oft with song They tune their oars, or dance with merry cheers Zorcícos, while Basque drum and timbrel greet the ears.