"God save thee, ancient Mariner ! The ancient Mariner inhospitably killeth the "THE Sun now rose upon the right: Out of the sea came he, Still hid in mist, and on the eft 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 a hellish thing, And it would work 'em woe: For all averred, I had killed the bird That made the breeze to blow. the bird to slay, His shipmates cry out against the ancient Mariner, for killing the bird of good luck. "Nor dim nor red, like God's own head, The glorious Sun uprist: 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.' But when the fog cleared off, they justify the same, and thus make themselves accomplices in the crime. "The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew, The fair breeze The furrow followed free; We were the first that ever burst Into that silent sea. continues; the ship enters the Pacific Ocean, and sails northward, even till it reaches the Line. "Down dropt the breeze, the sails dropt down, The ship hath been suddenly becalmed. '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, |