And thus spake on that ancient man,
The bright-eyed Mariner.

"And now the storm-blast came, and he

Was tyrannous and strong:

He struck with his o'ertaking wings,
And chased us south along.

The ship drawn by a storm toward the south pole.

"With sloping masts and dipping prow,

As who pursued with yell and blow
Still treads the shadow of his foe,
And forward bends his head,