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The western wave was all a flame,
The day was well nigh done! Almost
the western wave Rested the broad bright Sun; When that strange shape drove suddenly
Betwixt us and the Sun.
And strait the Sun was fleck'd with bars
(Heaven's mother send us grace) As if thro' a dungeon grate he peer'd
With broad and burning face.
Alas! (thought I, and my heart beat loud)
How fast she neres and neres ! Are those her Sails that glance in the Sun
Like restless gossameres?
Are those her naked ribs, which fleck'd
The sun that did behind thein peer ? And are those two all, all the crew,
That woman and her fleshless Pheere?
His bones were black with many a crack,
All black and bare, I ween ; Jet-black and bare, save where with rust Of mouldy damps and charnel crust
They're patch'd with purple and green.
Her lips are red, her looks are free,
Her locks are yellow as gold :
Her flesh makes 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 thro' his bones; Thro' the holes 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 atween the tips.
One after one by the horned Moon
(Listen, O Stranger ! to me) Each turn'd his face with a ghastly pang
And curs'd me with his ee.
Four times fifty living men,
With never a sigh or groan, With heavy thump, a lifeless lump
They dropp'd down one by one.
Their fouls did from their bodies fly,
They fled to bliss or woe; And every soul it pass'd me by,
Like the whiz of my Cross-bow,
" I fear thee, ancyent Marineret
“ I fear thee and thy glittering eye
"And thy skinny hand so brownFear 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.