“I fear thee, ancient Mariner! I fear thy skinny hand; And thou art long and lank and brown As is the ribb'd Sea-sand.”
“I fear thee and thy glittering eye And thy skinny hand so brown —” “Fear 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.
The many men so beautiful, And they all dead did lie! And a million million slimy things Liv'd on — and so did I.
I look'd upon the rotting Sea, And drew my eyes away; I look'd upon the ghastly deck, And there the dead men lay.
I look'd to Heaven, and try'd to pray; But or ever a prayer had gusht, A wicked whisper came and made My heart as dry as dust.
I clos'd my lids and kept them close, Till the balls like pulses beat; For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky Lay like a load on my weary eye,
And the dead were at my feet. The cold sweat melted from their limbs, Nor rot, nor reek did they; The look with which they look'd on me,
Had never pass'd away. An orphan's curse would drag to Hell A spirit from on high: But O! more horrible than that
Is the curse in a dead man's eye! Seven days, seven nights I saw that curse, And yet I could not die. The moving Moon went up the sky
And no where did abide: Softly she was going up And a star or two beside — Her beams bemock'd the sultry main
Like April hoar-frost spread; But where the ship's huge shadow lay, The charmed water burnt alway A still and awful red.
Beyond the shadow of the ship I watch'd the water-snakes: They mov'd in tracks of shining white; And when they rear'd, the elfish light
Fell off in hoary flakes. Within the shadow of the ship I watch'd their rich attire: Blue, glossy green, and velvet black
They coil'd and swam; and every track Was a flash of golden fire. O happy living things! no tongue Their beauty might declare:
A spring of love gusht from my heart, And I bless'd them unaware! Sure my kind saint took pity on me, And I bless'd them unaware.
The self-same moment I could pray; And from my neck so free The Albatross fell off, and sank Like lead into the sea.
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