Refluent

"Here Scylla, leftward sits Charybdis fell, / who, yawning thrice, her lowest depths laid bare, / sucks the vast billows in her throat's dark hell, / then starward spouts the refluent surge in air."

With a mighty throb of thankfulness and relief she felt the refluent blood stream to her heart once more.

[…] let them cast it [my soul] downe Where refluent Oceanus doth crowne His curled head;

When the muscles of the heart cease to act, the refluent blood again distends or elongates them;

[…] in haste the refluent ocean Fled away from the shore, and left the line of the sand-beach Covered with waifs of the tide, with kelp and the slippery sea-weed.

now floods back refluent like a tide, the red, thick stream of life again