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In mist or cloud on mast or shroud
It perch'd for vespers nine, Whiles all the night thro' fog-smoke white
Glimmer'd the white moon-shine.
“ God save thee, ancient Mariner !
“ From the fiends that plague thee thusWhy look'st thou so ?"-with my cross bow I shot the Albatross.
The Sun now rose upon the right,
Out of the Sea came he;
Went down into the Sea.
And the good south wind still blew behind,
But no sweet Bird did follow
Came to the Mariner's hollo !
And I had done an hellish thing
And it would work e'm woe:
That made the Breeze to blow.
Nor dim por red, like an Angel's head,
The glorious Sun uprist:
That brought the fog and mist.
That bring the fog and mist.
The breezes blew, the white foam flew,
The furrow follow'd free :
We were the first that ever burst
Into that silent Sea.
Down dropt the breeze, the Sails dropt down
'Twas sad as sad could be And we did speak only to break
The silence of the Sea.
All in a hot and copper sky
The bloody sun at noon,
No bigger than the moon.
Day after day, day after day,
We stuck, nor breath nor motion, As idle as a painted Ship
Upon a painted Ocean.
Water, water, every where
And all the boards did shrink; Water, water, every where,
Nor any drop to drink.
very deeps did rot: O Christ! That ever this should be ! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legg
Upon the slimy Sea.
About, about, in reel and rout
The Death-fires danc'd at night; The water, like a witch's oils,
Burnt green and blue and white.
And some in dreams assured were
Of the Spirit that plagued us so : Nine fathom deep he had follow'd us
From the Land of Mist and Snow.
And every tongue thro' utter drouth
Was wither'd at the root; We could not speak no more than if
We had been choked with soot.
Ah wel-a-day! what evil looks
Had I from old and young; Instead of the Cross the Albatross
About my neck was hung.