II.
The Sun came up upon the right,
Out of the Sea came he;
And broad as a weft upon the left
Went down into the Sea.
And the good south wind still blew behind,
But no sweet Bird did follow
Ne any day for food or play
Came to the Marineres hollo!
And I had done an hellish thing
And it would work em woe:
For all averrd, I had killd the Bird
That made the Breeze to blow.
Ne dim ne red, like Gods own head,
The glorious Sun uprist:
Then all averrd, I had killd 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 ?ew,
The furrow followd free:
We were the ?rst 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 stue breath ion,
As idle as a painted Ship
Upon a painted O.
Water, water, every where
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, every where,
Ne 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-?res dancd at night;
The water, like a witchs oils,
Burnt green and blue and white.
And some in dreams assured were
Of the Spirit that plagued us so:
hom deep he had followd us
From the Land of Mist and Snow.
And every tohro utter drouth
Was witherd at the root;
We could not speak no more than if
We had been choked with soot.
Ah wel-a-day! what evil looks
Had I from old and young;
Instead of the Cross the Albatross
About my neck was hung.