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.
"Nor dim, nor red, like God's own head,
The glorious Sun uprist:[35-14]
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.[35-15]
"The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew,
The furrow followed free;[35-16]
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,[35-17]
No bigger than the Moon.[35-18]
"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;
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
Upon the slimy sea.
"About, about, in reel and rout[36-19]
The death-fires[36-20] 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 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.[36-21]
PART III
"There passed a weary time. Each throat
Was parched, and glazed each eye.
A weary time! a weary time!
How glazed each weary 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.[37-22]
"A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist!
And still it neared and neared:
As if it dod
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