" The ice was here, the ice was there,
The ice was all around :
It cracked and growled, and roared and howled,
Like noises in a swound!
At lenght did cross an Albatross,
Thorough the fog it came;
As if it had been a Christian soul
We hailed it in God's name.
It ate the food it ne'er had eat,
And round and round it flew.
The ice did split with a thunderfit;
The heilmsman steered us through!
And a good south wind sprung up behind;
The Albatross did follow,
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And every day, for food or play,
Came to the mariners' hollo!
In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud
It perched for vespers nine;
Whiles all the night, through the fog-smoke white,
Glimmered the white moon-shine.»
«God save thee, ancient Mariner!
From the fiends, that plague thee thus!
Why look'st thou so?» - With my cross-bow
I shot the Albatross "
From The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, Samuel Taylor Coleridge keyboard_arrow_leftkeyboard_arrow_right