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The Rime Of The Ancient Mariner
by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
|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 a hellish thing,|
And it would work 'em woe:
For all averred, I had killed the bird
That made the breeze to blow.
Ah wretch! said they, the bird to slay,
That made the breeze to blow!
|His shipmates cry out against the ancient Mariner, for killing the bird of good luck.|
|Nor dim nor red, like God's own head,|
The glorious Sun uprist:
Then all averred, 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.
|But when the fog cleared off, they justify the same, and thus make themselves accomplices in the crime.|
|The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew,|
The furrow followed free;
We were the first that ever burst
Into that silent sea.
|The fair breeze continues; the ship enters the Pacific Ocean, and sails northward, even till it reaches the Line.|
|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!
|The ship hath been suddenly becalmed.|
|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.
|And the Albatross begins to be avenged.|
|The very deep 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-fires danced 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 followed us
From the land of mist and snow.
|A Spirit had followed them; one of the invisible inhabitants of this planet, neither departed souls nor angels; concerning whom the learned Jew, Josephus, and the Platonic Constantinopolitan, Michael Psellus, may be consulted. They are very numerous, and there is no climate or element without one or more.|
|And every tongue, through utter drought,|
Was withered at the root;
We could not speak, no more than if
We had been choked with soot.
|Ah! well a-day! what evil looks|
Had I from old and young!
Instead of the cross, the Albatross
About my neck was hung.
|The ship-mates, in their sore distress, would fain throw the whole guilt on the ancient Mariner: in sign whereof they hang the dead sea-bird round his neck.|
Source:The Golden Book Of Coleridge
London: J.M. Dent & Sons, Ltd.
New York: E. P. Dutton & Co.