II.

The Sun came up upon the right, Out of the Sea came he; And broad as a weft upon the left Went down into the Sea.

And the good south wind still blew behind, 85 But no sweet Bird did follow Ne any day for food or play Came to the Marinere's hollo!

And I had done an hellish thing And it would work 'em woe: 90 For all averr'd, I had kill'd the Bird That made the Breeze to blow.

Ne dim ne red, like God's own head, The glorious Sun uprist: Then all averr'd, I had kill'd the Bird 95 That brought the fog and mist. 'Twas right, said they, such birds to slay That bring the fog and mist.

The breezes blew, the white foam flew, The furrow follow'd free: 100 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 105 The silence of the Sea.

All in a hot and copper sky The bloody sun at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the moon. 110

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, 115 And all the boards did shrink: Water, water, everywhere, Ne any drop to drink.

The very deeps did rot: O Christ! That ever this should be! 120 Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy Sea.

About, about, in reel and rout, The Death-fires danc'd at night; The water, like a witch's oils, 125 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. 130

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 135 Had I from old and young; Instead of the Cross the Albatross About my neck was hung.