THE RIME OF THE ANCYENT MARINERE-2

    II.

    t,

    Out of the Sea came he;

    And broad as a  upon t

    ent doo the Sea.

    And till blew behind,

    But no s Bird did follow

    Ne any day for food or play

    Came to the Marineres hollo!

    And I hing

    And it would work em woe:

    For all averrd, I he Bird

    t made to blow.

    Ne dim ne red, like Gods own head,

    t:

    the Bird

    t broug.

    twas rigo slay

    t bring t.

    te foam ?ew,

    the furrow followd free:

    e  t ever burst

    Into t silent Sea.

    Do t down,

    twas sad as sad could be

    And o break

    the Sea.

    All in a  and copper sky

    t noon,

    Rig did stand,

    No bigger the moon.

    Day after day, day after day,

    e stuck, ne breation,

    As idle as a painted Ship

    Upon a painted Ocean.

    ater, er, every where

    And all the boards did shrink;

    ater, er, every where,

    Ne any drop to drink.

    t: O C!

    t ever this should be!

    Yea, slimy th legs

    Upon the slimy Sea.

    About, about, in reel and rout

    t night;

    ter, like a chs oils,

    Burnt green and blue and we.

    And some in dreams assured were

    Of t t plagued us so:

    Nine fathom deep he had followd us

    From t and Snow.

    And every tongue tter drouth

    as  t;

    e could not speak no more than if

    e .

    A evil looks

    had I from old and young;

    Instead of tross

    About my neck was hung.