The bride hath paced into the hall, Nodding their heads before her goes The Wedding-Guest he beat his breast, And thus spake on that ancient man, And now the STORM-BLAST came, and he Was tyrannous and strong: He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, Still treads the shadow of his foe And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled. And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold: And ice, mast-high, came floating by, The weddingguest heareth the bridal music; but the mariner continueth his tale. The ship drawn by a storm toward the south pole. The land of And through the drifts the ice, and of fearful sounds, where no living thing was to be seen. Till a great sea-bird, called the Albatross, Did send a dismal sheen: snowy clifts Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken— The ice was all between. The ice was here, the ice was there, The ice was all around: It cracked and growled, and roared and howled, At length did cross an Albatross : came through As if it had been a Christian soul, the snow-fog, and was received with great joy and hospitality. We hailed it in God's name. It ate the food it ne'er had eat, The ice did split with a thunder-fit; The helmsman steered us through! And lo! the And a good south wind sprung up behind; Albatross proveth a bird The Albatross did follow, of good omen, and followeth And the ship as it every day, for food or play, returned northward, through fog and floating ice. Came to the mariners' hollo! In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud, It perched for vespers nine; Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke white, "God save thee, ancient Mariner! From the fiends, that plague thee thus !- The ancient Mariner inhospitably killeth the pious bird of good omen. THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER. PART THE SECOND. THE SUN now rose upon the right: Out of the sea came he, Still hid in mist, and on the left Went down into the sea. And the good south wind still blew behind, But no sweet bird did follow, Nor any day for food or play His ship mates cry out against the ancient Mari Came to the mariners' hollo! And I had done an hellish thing, And it would work 'em woe: ner, for killing For all averred, I had killed the bird the bird of good luck. That made the breeze to blow. Ah wretch! said they, the bird to slay, Nor dim nor red, like God's own head, Then all averred, I had killed the bird 'Twas right, said they, such birds to slay, The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew, We were the first that ever burst Into that silent sea. But when the fog cleared off, they justify the same, and thus make themselves accomplices in the crime. 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 hath been suddenly becalmed. '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, Day after day, day after day, Upon a painted ocean. |