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Ne dim ne red, like God's own head,
That brought the fog and mist.
The breezes blew, the white foam flew,
The furrow follow'd free:
We were the first 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,
Day after day, day after day,
We stuck, ne breath ne motion,
As idle as a painted Ship
Upon a painted Ocean.
Water, water, every where
Water, water, every where,
The very deeps did rot: O Chrift!
Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy Sea.
About, about, in reel and rout
And some in dreams assured were
And every tongue thro' utter drouth
Was wither'd at the root;
Ah wel-a-day! what evil looks
Had I from old and young;
About my neck was hung.
I saw a something in the Sky
And then it seem'd a mist:
It mov'd and mov'd, and took at last A certain shape; I wist.
A speck, amist, a shape, I wist!
It plung'd and tack'd and veer'd.
With throat unslack'd, with black lips bak'd Ne could we laugh, ne wail:
Then while thro' drouth all dumb they stood I bit my arm and suck'd the blood
And cry'd, A sail! a sail!
With throat unslack'd, with black lips bak'd Agape they hear'd me call;
Gramercy! they for joy did grin
And all at once their breath drew in
She doth not tack from side to side-