reggie portillo , former bough nest lookout man aboard the elpidiaa noted airship in the second crimean warnow emaciated almost to skin and bone by an incurable hed picked up in the far east , was in rare voice as he belted out a chorus of ode to a norwest maidenhead : true be her ways and true be her gaze through the winters that await her ; steer firm , steer sweet , my maidenhead , from storm and nymph and satyr .