He struck with his o'ertaking wings, "With sloping masts and dipping prow, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled. "And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold: And ice, mast-high, came floating by, "And through the drifts the snowy clifts Did send a dismal sheen : Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken — "The ice was here, the ice was there, The ice was all around: It cracked and growled, and roared and howled, Like noises in a swound! "At length did cross an Albatross. Thorough the fog it came; As if it had been a Christian soul, We hailed it in God's name. "It ate the food it ne'er had eat, And round and round it flew. The ice did split with a thunder-fit ; ; "And a good south-wind sprung up behind; The Albatross did follow, And every day, for food or play, Came to the mariners' hollo! "In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud, It perched for vespers nine; Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke white, Glimmered the white moonshine." "God save thee, ancient Mariner ! From the fiends that plague thee thus ! Why look'st thou so?" I shot the Albatross." 'With my cross-bow II. "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 mariners' 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!' "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. "'T was right,' said they, 'such birds to slay, That bring the fog and mist.' "The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew, The furrow followed free; We were the first that ever burst Into that silent sea. "Down dropt the breeze, the sails dropt down, 'T was 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; Upon a painted ocean. "Water, water, everywhere, And all the boards did shrink; Nor any drop to drink. The very deep did rot: O Christ! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs 66 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. 66 And some in dreams assuréd were "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 III. "THERE passed a weary time. Each throat Was parched, and glazed each eye. "At first it seemed a little speck, It moved and moved, and took at last “A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist! It plunged and tacked and veered. "With throats unslaked, with black lips baked, We could nor laugh nor wail; Through utter drought all dumb we stood! I bit my arm, I sucked the blood, And cried, A sail! a sail! “With throats unslaked, with black lips baked, Agape they heard me call: Gramercy! they for joy did grin, And all at once their breath drew in, As they were drinking all. |