Ne dim ne red, like God's own head, The glorious Sun uprist: That brought the fog and mist. That bring the fog and mist. The breezes blew, the white foam flew, The furrow follow'd free: 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, No bigger than the moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, ne breath ne motion, Upon a painted Ocean. Water, water, every where And all the boards did shrink; Ne any drop to drink. The very deeps did rot: O Chrift! That ever this should be ! Upon the slimy Sea. About, about, in reel and rout The Death-fires danc'd at night; The water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green and blue and white. And some in dreams assured were Of the Spirit that plagued us so : Nine fathom deep he had follow'd us From the Land of Mist and Snow. And every tongue 'thro' utter drouth Was wither'd at the root; We could not speak no more than if We had been choked with soot. Ah wel-a-day! what evil looks Had I from old and young ; Instead of the Cross the Albatross About my neck was hung. III. a I saw a something in the Sky No bigger than my fist; And then it seem'd a mist: A certain shape; I wist. A speck, amist, a shape, I wist ? And still it nerd and ner'd; And, an it dodg'd a water-sprite, 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 heard me call: As they were drinking all. She doth not tack from side to side— Hither to work us weal Withouten wind, withouten tide She steddies with upright keel. |