“It ate the food it ne’er
And round and round it flew.
The ice did split with a thunder-fit;
The helmsman steered us through. 70
“And a good south wind sprung up
The Albatross did follow,
And every day, for food or play,
Came to the mariner’s 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 moon-shine.”
“God save thee, ancient Mariner!
From the fiends that plague thee thus!— 80
Why 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 85
Went down into the sea.
“And the good south wind still blew
But no sweet bird did follow,
Nor any day for food or play
Come to the mariners’ hollo! 90
“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, 95
That made the breeze to blow!’
“Nor dim nor red, like God’s
The glorious sun uprist:
Then all averred, I had killed the bird
That brought the fog and mist. 100
‘’Twas right,’ said they, ’such birds to slay,
That bring the fog and mist.’
“The fair breeze blew, the white
The furrow followed free;
We were the first that ever burst
Into that silent sea. 105
“Down dropped the breeze, the sails
’T was sad as sad could be;
And we did speak only to break
The silence of the sea! 110
“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, everywhere,
And all the boards did shrink; 120
Water, water, everywhere,
Nor any drop to drink.
“The very deep did rot: O Christ!
That ever this should be!
Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs 125
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, 130
“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.