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About, about, in reel and rout
nd blue and white:
And some in dreams assured were
A spirit had
followed Of the spirit that plagued us so;
them; one of
the invisible Nine fathom deep he had followed us
of this planet, From the land of mist and snow.
neither de parted 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.
every tongue, through utter drought 135
Ah! well a-day! what evil looks
The shipmates, in their sore
distress, 140 would fain
THERE passed a weary time. Each throat
The ancient Mariner beholdeth a sign in the element afar off,
At first it seemed a little speck,
A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist !
At its nearer With throats unslaked, with black lips baked, seemeth
him We could nor laugh nor wail ; to be a ship;
Through utter drought all dumb we stood ! freeth his speech from I bit my arm, I sucked the blood, the bonds of
And cried, A sail! a sail !
and at a dear ransom he
With throats unslaked, with black lips baked,
A flash of
Gramercy! they for joy did grin,
See! see! (I cried) she tacks no more!
The western wave was all a-flame.
And straight the sun was flecked with bars,
It seemeth him but the skeleton of a ship.
Alas! (thought I, and my heart beat loud)
And its ribs
bars on the Are those her ribs through which the sun 185 face of the
setting sun. Did peer, as through a grate ?
woman and And is that woman all her crew ?
her deathmate, and no
other on Is that a Death ? and are there two?
skeletonIs Death that woman's mate?
Like vessel, like crew!
Her lips were red, her looks were free,
Death and Life-inDeath have diced for the ship's crew and she (the latter) winneth the ancient Mariner.
The naked hulk alongside came,
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,
One after another,
One after one, by the star-dogged moon,
Each turned his face with a ghastly pang,
His shipmates drop down dead.
Four times fifty living men,
The souls did from their bodies fly,–
220 But Life-in
Death begins her work on the ancient Mariner.
"I FEAR thee, ancient Mariner !
ding guest 225 feareth that
a spirit is talking to him.
I fear thee and thy glittering eye,
But the anFear not, fear not, thou wedding-guest!
230 cient Mari
ner assureth This body dropt not down.
him of his bodily life, and proceed
eth to relate 1 For the last two lines of this stanza, I am indebted his horrible to Mr. Wordsworth. It was on a delightful walk from penance. Nether Stowey to Dulverton, with him and his sister, in the autumn of 1797, that this poem was planned, and in part composed.”