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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;
Still hid in mist; and on the left

Went down into the Sea.

And the good south wind still blew behind,

But no sweet Bird did follow
Nor any day for food or play

Came to the Mariner's hollo !

And I had done an hellish thing

And it would work e'm woe:
For all averr'd, I had kill'd the Bird

That made the Breeze to blow.


Nor dim por red, like an Angel's head,

The glorious Sun uprist:
Then all averr'd, I had killed the Bird

That brought the fog and mist.
'Twas right, said they, such birds to slay

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,
Right up above the mast did stand,

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.

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