SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE
Nor dim nor red, like God's own head, fo^cT^aredoff
The glorious Sun uprist. they justify the
- same, and thus
Then all averr'd I had kill'd the bird makethem-
i i r i selves accotn-
That brought the fog and mist. piices m the
Twas right, said they, such birds to slay, That bring the fog and mist.
tTi ^ f n The fair breeze
The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew, continues} the
,, r - .. ii r ship enters the
The furrow followed free; Pacific ocean,
We were the first that ever burst wa d rd"Si"
Into that silent sea. ;? che> the
Down dropt the breeze, the sails dropt down, The ship hath
r r been suddenly
Twas sad as sad could be; becalmed
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, No bigger than the Moon.
Day after day, day after day,
We stuck, nor breath nor motion ;
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.
Water, water, everywhere, And the Aiba-
- i 11 i i 1111-1 tross begins, to
And all the boards did shrink; be avenged
Water, water, everywhere Nor any drop to drink.
The very deep did rot' O Christ! That ever this should be' Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea.
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