'The very deep did rot: O Christ! That ever this should be! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs 'About, about, in reel and rout ' And some in dreams assured were Nine fathom deep he had followed us 'And every tongue, through utter drought, Was wither'd at the root; We could not speak, no more than if We had been choked with soot. 'Ah! well a-day! what evil looks Had I from old and young! Instead of the Cross, the Albatross About my neck was hung.' PART III 'There pass'd a weary time. Each throat Was parch'd, and glazed each eye. A weary time! A weary time! How glazed each weary eye! 'At first it seem'd a little speck, It moved and moved, and took at last A certain shape, I wist. 'A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist! 'With throats unslaked, with black lips baked, We could nor laugh nor wail; Through utter drought all dumb we stood! And cried, "A sail! a sail!" 'With throats unslaked, with black lips baked, Agape they heard me call: Gramercy! they for joy did grin, And all at once their breath drew in, As they were drinking all. 'See! see! (I cried) she tacks no more! Hither to work us weal; Without a breeze, without a tide, She steadies with upright keel! 'The western wave was all a-flame, The day was well-nigh done! Almost upon the western wave Rested the broad bright Sun; When that strange shape drove suddenly 'And straight the Sun was fleck'd with bars, (Heaven's Mother send us grace !) As if through a dungeon-grate he peered, 'Alas! (thought I, and my heart beat loud) How fast she nears and nears! Are those her sails that glance in the Sun, Like restless gossameres? 'Are those her ribs through which the Sun Did peer, as through a grate? And is that Woman all her crew? Is that a Death? and are there two? Is Death that woman's mate? · Her lips were red, her looks were free, The Night-mare Life-in-Death was she, 'The naked hulk alongside came, And the twain were casting dice; "The game is done! I've won, I've won!' Quoth she, and whistles thrice. 'The Sun's rim dips; the stars rush out; At one stride comes the dark; With far-heard whisper, o'er the sea Off shot the spectre-bark. 'We listen'd and look'd sideways up! Fear at my heart, as at a cup, |