Chapter 4 THE RIME OF THE ANCYENT MARINERE-2
II.
The Sun came up upon the right,
Out of the Sea came he;
And broad as a weft upon the left
Went down into the Sea.
And the good south wind still blew behind,
But no sweet Bird did follow
Ne any day for food or play
Came to the Marineres hollo!
And I had done a hellish thing
And it would work em woe:
For all averrd, I had killed the Bird
That made the Breeze to blow.
Ne dim ne red, like Gods own head,
The glorious Sun uprist:
Then all averrd, I had killed the Bird
That brought the fog and mist.
Twas right, said they, such birds to slay
That brings the fog and mist.
The breezes blew, the white foam ?ew,
The furrow followed free:
We were the ?rst that ever burst
Into that silent Sea.
Down drop the breeze, the Sails drop 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, ne breath ne motion,
As idle as a painted Ship
Upon a painted Ocean.
Water, water, everywhere
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, everywhere,
Ne any drop to drink.
The very deeps did rot: O Christ!
That ever this should be!
Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs
Upon the slimy Sea.
About, about, in reel and rout
The Death-?res dancd at night;
The water, like a witches 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 followed us
From the Land of Mist and Snow.
And every tongue thro utter drouth
Was witherd 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.