Chrouzh the As if it had been a Christian soul, soow.los.. We hailed it in God's name. tality albatross proveth a bird of good Lad hoopi. It ate the food it ne'er had eat, And round and round it flew. The helmsman steered us through. The albatross did follow, It perched for vespers nine ; followeth it returned northward ice. The ancient “God save thee, ancient mariner, hospitably From the fiends that plague thee thus! pious bird of Why look'st thou so?” — With my crossbow I shot the albatross. killeth the good or en. PART II. The sun now rose upon the right : Came to the mariner's hollo. mates cry the ancient THE ANCIENT MARINER. 147 For all averred, I had killed the bird mariner for killing the bird of good luck. Nor dim nor red, like God's own head, 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 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 bath been suddenly becalmed. All in a hot and copper sky, Day after day, day after day, Water, water, everywhere, And the al. batross be. gins to be avenged. The very deep did rot: 0 Christ! About, about, in reel and rout, A spirit bad And some in dreams assured were ante Nine fathom deep he had followed us followed them, one of the invisible inhabitants of this plan. departed souls nor angels : concerning whom the learned Jew, Josephus, and the Platonic Constantinopolitan, Michael Psellus, may be consulted. They are very numerous, and there is no climate or element without one or more. And every tongue, through utter drought, their sore distress, The ship- Ah! well-a-day! what evil looks whole guilt PART III. THERE passed a weary time. Each throat A weary time! a weary time! eth a sign in A o bine in the sky afar off. THE ANCIENT MARINER. 149 At first it seemed a little speck, A speck, a mist, a shape I wist, With throats unslaked, with black lips baked, At its near- With throats unslaked, with black lips baked, A flash of joy. See! see! I cried, she tacks no more! And horror follows; for can it be a ship that comes onward with out wind or tide ? The western wave was all a-flame, And straight the sun was flecked with bars, (Heaven's mother send us grace !) It seemeth him but the skeleton of a ship. As if through a dungeon-grate he peered Alas! thought I, and my heart beat loud, are seen as And ite ribe Are those her ribs through which the sun bara or the Did peer, as through a grate ? : And is that woman all her crew ? Is that a Death ? and are there two ? mate, and Is Death that woman's mate? face of tbe setting sun. The spectre woman and her death no other, on board the skeleton abip. Her lips were red, her looks were free, Her skin was as white as leprosy, Life-inDeath have diced for the ship's crew, and she (the latter) win. neth the ancient mariner. Death and The naked hulk alongside came, “ The game is done! I've won, I've won ! ” No twilight within the courts of the sun. The sun's rim dips ; the stars rush out; At the rising We listened and looked sideways up! Fear at-my heart, as at a cup, |