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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 Mariner's hollo !

And I had done an hellish thing,

And it would work 'em woe:

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Nor dim nor red, like an Angel's 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.

The breezes blew, the white foam few,

The furrow followed 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.

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-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.

And every tongue through utter drouth

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.

III.

So pass’d a weary time; each throat

Was parched, and glazed each eye, When, looking westward, I beheld

A something in the sky,

At first it seemed a little speck,

And then it seemed a mist: It moved and moved, and took at last

A certain shape, I wist.

A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist !

And still it ner'd and ner'd; And as if it dodged a water-sprite,

It plunged and tacked and veered.

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