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Jet-black and bare, save where with rust
They were patched with purple and green.
Her lips were red, her looks were free,
Her locks were yellow as gold:
Her flesh made the still air cold.
The naked hulk alongside came
And the twain were playing dice; • The game is done! I've won, I've won !'
Quoth she, and whistled thrice.
A gust of wind sterte up behind
And whistled through his bones ; Thro' the hole of his eyes and the hole of his mouth
Half-whistles and half-groans.
With never a whisper in the sea
Off darts the spectre-ship;
Almost between the tips.
One after one by the horned moon
(Listen, O stranger! to me) Each turned his face with a ghastly pang
And cursed me with his ee.
Four times fifty living men,
With never a sigh or groan, With heavy thump, a lifeless lump
They dropped down one by one.
Their souls did from their bodies fly,
They fled to bliss or woe; And every soul it passed me by,
Like the whiz of my cross-bow.”
I fear thee, ancient mariner !
I fear thy skinny hand;
As is the ribbed sea-sand.
I fear thee and thy glittering eye
And thy skinny hand so brown”“ Fear not, fear not, thou wedding-guest!
This body dropt not down.
Alone, alone, all all alone,
Alone on the wide wide sea; And Christ would take no pity on
My soul in agony.
The many men so beautiful,
And they all dead did lie !
Lived on-and so did I.
I looked upon the rotting sea,
And drew my eyes away ;
And there the dead men lay.
I looked to Heaven, and tried to pray ;
But or ever a prayer had gusht,
A wicked whisper came and made
My heart as dry as dust.
I closed my lids and kept them close,
Till the balls like pulses beat ; For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky Lay like a load on my weary eye,
And the dead were at my feet.
The cold sweat melted from their limbs,
Nor rot nor reek did they ;
Had never passed away.
An orphan's curse would drag to Hell
A spirit from on high:
Is the curse in a dead man's eye!
And yet I could not die.
The moving moon went up the sky
And no where did abide : Softly she was going up
And a star or two beside
Her beams bemocked the sultry main
Like April hoar-frost spread ;
A. still and awful red.
Beyond the shadow of the ship
I watched the water-snakes :
They moved in tracks of shining white; And when they reared, the elfish light
Fell off in hoary flakes.
Within the shadow of the ship
I watched their rich attire.
Was a flash of golden fire.
O happy living things! no tongue
Their beauty might declare: A spring of love gusht from my heart,
And I blessed them unaware! Sure my kind saint took pity on me,
And I blessed them unaware.
The self-same moment I could pray;
And from my neck so free The Albatross fell off, and sank
Like lead into the sea."
“O sleep, it is a gentle thing
Beloved from pole to pole! To Mary-queen the praise be given, She sent the gentle sleep from heaven
That slid into my soul.
The silly buckets on the deck
That had so long remained, I dreamt that they were filled with dew,
And when I awoke it rained.
My lips were wet, my throat was cold,
My garments all were dank ; Sure I had drunken in my dreams,
And still my body drank.
I moved and could not feel my limbs,
I was so light, almost
And was a blessed ghost.
And soon I heard a roaring wind,
It did not come anear ;
That were so thin and sere.
The upper air burst into life,
And a hundred fire-flags sheen,
The wan stars danced between.
And the coming wind did roar more loud ;
And the sails did sigh like sedge : And the rain poured down from one black cloud,
The moon was at its edge.
The thick black cloud was cleft, and still
The moon was at its side :
A river steep and wide.
The loud wind never reached the ship,
Yet now the ship moved on!