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And thus spake on that ancient man,
The ship was cheered, the harbour cleared,
Merrily did we drop
Below the kirk, below the hill,
The sun came up upon the left,
And he shone bright, and on the right
Higher and higher every day,
Till over the mast at noon
The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast,
The bride hath paced into the hall,
Nodding their heads before her goes
The Wedding-Guest he beat his breast,
And thus spake on that ancient man,
And now the storm-blast came, and he
With sloping masts and dipping prow,
The Mariner tells how the ship sailed southward with a good wind and fair weather, till it reached the line.
The wedding guest heareth the bridal music; but the mariner continueth his tale.
The ship drawn by a storm toward the south
The land of
ice, and of fearful sounds where
no living thing was to
Till a great sea-bird, called the Albatross, camethrough the snow-fog, and was received with great joy and hospitality.
And lo! the Albatross proveth a bird of good
omen, and followeth the ship as it returned northward through fog and floating ice.
The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast,
And now there came both mist and snow,
And through the drifts the snowy clifts
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,
At length did cross an Albatross,
It ate the food it ne'er had eat,
The ice did split with a thunder-fit;
And a good south wind sprung up behind;
And every day, for food or play,
In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud,
It perched for vespers nine;
Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke white,
"God save thee, ancient Mariner !
HE Sun now rose upon the right :
Still hid in mist, and on the left
Went down into the sea.
And the good south wind still blew behind,
Nor any day for food or play
And I had done a hellish thing,
Ah wretch! said they, the bird to slay,
Nor dim nor red, like God's own head,
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 ancient Mariner inhospitably killeth the
pious bird of good omen.
His shipmates cry out against the ancient Ma
riner, for killing the bird of good luck.
But when the fog cleared off, they justify the same, and thus make themselves accomplices in the crime.
The fair breeze continues; the
ship enters the Pacific Ocean, and sails north
ward, even till it reaches the Line.
The ship hath been suddenly becalmed.
And the Albatross begins to be avenged.
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, 'Twas sad as sad could be;
And we did speak only to break
All in a hot and copper sky,
Day after day, day after day,
We stuck, nor breath nor motion;
Water, water, everywhere,
The very deep did rot: O Christ!
Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs
About, about, in reel and rout
And some in dreams assured were
And every tongue, through utter drought,
We could not speak, no more than if
nor angels; concerning whom the learned Jew, Josephus, and the Platonic Constantinopolitan, Michael Psellus, may be consulted. They are very numerous, and there is no climate or element without one or more.
Ah! well-a-day! what evil looks
HERE passed a weary time. Each throat
How glazed each weary eye,
At first it seemed a little speck,
It moved and moved, and took at last
A spirit had
of this planet, neither de
The shipmates, in
their sore distress,
would fain throw the whole guilt on the ancient Mari
ner: in sign whereof they hang the
dead sea-bird round his
The ancient. Mariner beholdeth a
sign in the element afar off.