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The Ship was cheer'd, the Harbour clear'd
Merrily did we drop
Below the Light-house top.
The Sun came up upon the left,
Out of the Sea came he :
Went down into the Sea.
Higher and higher every day,
Till over the mast at noon-
For he heard the loud bassoon.
The Bride hath pac'd into the Hall,
Red as a rose is she;
The merry Minstralsy.
The wedding-guest he beat his breast,
Yet he cannot chuse but hear : And thus spake on that ancyent Map,
The bright-eyed Marinere.
Listen, Stranger ! Storm and Wind,
A Wind and Tempest strong! For days and weeks it play'd us freaks
Like Chaff we drove along.
Listen, Stranger! Mist and Snow,
grew wond'rous cauld : And Ice mast-high came floating by
As green as Emerauld.
And thro' the drifts the snowy clists
Did send a dismal sheen; Ne shapes of men ne beasts we ken
The Ice was all between.
The Ice was here, the Ice was there,
The Ice was all around : It crack'd and growl'd, and roar'd and howl'd
Like noises of a swound.
At length did cross an Albatross,
Thorough the Fog it came; And an it were a Christian Soul,
We haild it in God's name.
The Marineres gave it biscuit-worms,
And round and round it flew :
The Helmsman steer'd us thro'.
And a good south wind sprung up behind,
The Albatross did follow; And every day for food or play
Came to the Marinere's hollo!
In mist or cloud on mast or shroud
It perch'd for vespers nine,
Glimmer'd the white moon-shine.
* God save thee, ancyent Marinere !
“ From the fiends that plague thee thusWhy look'st thou so ?"--with my cross bow I shot the Albatross.
The Sun came up upon
the right, Out of the Sea came he ; And broad as a weft
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 Marinere's hollo !
And I had done an hellish thing
And it would work 'em woe :
For all averr'd, I had kill'd the Bird
That made the Breeze to blow.