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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,

  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:

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

  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:

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,

Right up above the mast did stand,

  No bigger than the moon.

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

  And all the boards did shrink;

Water, water, every where,

  Ne any drop to drink.

The very deeps did rot: O Christ!

  That ever this should be!

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,

  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.