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                                                      Part I I

«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 an hellish thing,                                  His shipmates cry out 
And it would work 'em woe :                                     against the ancient Mariner, 
For all averred, I had killed the bird                            for killing the bird of 
That made the breeze to blow.                                   good luck.
Ah wretch ! said they, the bird to slay,
That made the breeze to blow !

Nor dim nor red, like God's own head,                      But when the fog cleared 
The glorious Sun uprist :                                            off, they justify the same, 
Then all averred, I had killed the bird                         and thus make themselves 
That brought the fog and mist.                                    accomplices in the crime.
'Twas right, said they, such birds to slay,
That bring the fog and mist.

The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew,                  The fair breeze continues ; 
The furrow followed free ;                                         the ship enters the Pacific 
We were the first that ever burst                                Ocean, and sails northward, 
Into that silent sea.                                                     even till it reaches the Line.

Down dropt the breeze, the sails dropt down,             The ship hath been 
'Twas sad as sad could be ;                                        suddenly becalmed.
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 the Albatross begins 
And all the boards did shrink ;                                    to be avenged. 
Water, water, every where,
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                                      A Spirit had followed 
The death-fires danced at night;                                   them ; one of the invisible 
The water, like a witch's oils,                                       inhabitants of this planet,
Burnt green, and blue and white.                                  neither departed souls nor


                                                                                                               angels ; concerning whom 
And some in dreams assured were                             the learned Jew, Josephus, and
Of the Spirit that plagued us so ;                                   the Platonic Constantinopolitan,
Nine fathom deep he had followed us                          Michael Psellus, may be 
From the land of mist and snow.                                         consulted. They are very
                                                                                                              numerous, and there is no
And every tongue, through utter drought,                      climate or element without 
Was withered at the root;                                           one or more. 
We could not speak, no more than if
We had been choked with soot.
 
 

Ah ! well a-day ! what evil looks                                 The shipmates, in their sore 
Had I from old and young !                                         distress, would fain throw
Instead of the cross, the Albatross                               the whole guilt on the
About my neck was hung.                                           ancient Mariner: in sign
                                                                                                           whereof they hang the 
                                                                                                              dead sea-bird round his 
                                                                                                              neck. 
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