The Complete Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge Volume I Part 70
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[Sidenote: His s.h.i.+pmates cry out against the ancient Mariner, for killing the bird of good luck.]
And I had done a h.e.l.lish thing, And it would work 'em woe: For all averred, I had killed the bird That made the breeze to blow.
Ah wretch! said they, the bird to slay, 95 That made the breeze to blow!
[Sidenote: But when the fog cleared off, they justify the same, and thus make themselves accomplices in the crime.]
Nor dim nor red, like G.o.d's own head, The glorious Sun uprist: Then all averred, I had killed the bird That brought the fog and mist. 100 'Twas right, said they, such birds to slay, That bring the fog and mist.
[Sidenote: The fair breeze continues; the s.h.i.+p enters the Pacific Ocean, and sails northward, even till it reaches the Line.]
The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew, The furrow followed free; We were the first that ever burst 105 Into that silent sea.
[Sidenote: The s.h.i.+p hath been suddenly becalmed.]
Down dropt the breeze, the sails dropt down, 'Twas sad as sad could be; And we did speak only to break The silence of the sea! 110
All in a hot and copper sky, The b.l.o.o.d.y Sun at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon.
Day after day, day after day, 115 We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted s.h.i.+p Upon a painted ocean.
[Sidenote: And the Albatross begins to be avenged.]
Water, water, every where, And all the boards did shrink; 120 Water, water, every where, Nor any drop to drink.
The very deep did rot: O Christ!
That ever this should be!
Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs 125 Upon the slimy sea.
About, about, in reel and rout The death-fires danced at night; The water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green, and blue and white. 130
[Sidenote: A Spirit had followed them; one of the invisible inhabitants of this planet, neither departed souls nor angels; concerning whom the learned Jew, Josephus, and the Platonic Constantinopolitan, Michael Psellus, may be consulted. They are very numerous, and there is no climate or element without one or more.]
And some in dreams a.s.sured were Of the Spirit that plagued us so; Nine fathom deep he had followed us From the land of mist and snow.
And every tongue, through utter drought, 135 Was withered at the root; We could not speak, no more than if We had been choked with soot.
[Sidenote: The s.h.i.+pmates, in their sore distress, would fain throw the whole guilt on the ancient Mariner: in sign whereof they hang the dead sea-bird round his neck.]
Ah! well a-day! what evil looks Had I from old and young! 140 Instead of the cross, the Albatross About my neck was hung.
PART III
[Sidenote: The ancient Mariner beholdeth a sign in the element afar off.]
There pa.s.sed a weary time. Each throat Was parched, and glazed each eye.
A weary time! a weary time! 145 How glazed each weary eye, When looking westward, I beheld A something in the sky.
At first it seemed a little speck, And then it seemed a mist; 150 It moved and moved, and took at last A certain shape, I wist.
A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist!
And still it neared and neared: As if it dodged a water-sprite, 155 It plunged and tacked and veered.
[Sidenote: At its nearer approach, it seemeth him to be a s.h.i.+p; and at a dear ransom he freeth his speech from the bonds of thirst.]
With throats unslaked, with black lips baked, We could nor laugh nor wail; Through utter drought all dumb we stood!
I bit my arm, I sucked the blood, 160 And cried, A sail! a sail!
With throats unslaked, with black lips baked, Agape they heard me call:
[Sidenote: A flash of joy;]
Gramercy! they for joy did grin, And all at once their breath drew in, 165 As they were drinking all.
[Sidenote: And horror follows. For can it be a s.h.i.+p that comes onward without wind or tide?]
See! see! (I cried) she tacks no more!
Hither to work us weal; Without a breeze, without a tide, She steadies with upright keel! 170
The western wave was all a-flame.
The day was well nigh done!
Almost upon the western wave Bested the broad bright Sun; When that strange shape drove suddenly 175 Betwixt us and the Sun.
[Sidenote: It seemeth him but the skeleton of a s.h.i.+p.]
And straight the Sun was flecked with bars, (Heaven's Mother send us grace!) As if through a dungeon-grate he peered With broad and burning face. 180
[Sidenote: And its ribs are seen as bars on the face of the setting Sun.]
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?
[Sidenote: The Spectre-Woman and her Death-mate, and no other on board the skeleton s.h.i.+p.]
Are those _her_ ribs through which the Sun 185 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?
[Sidenote: Like vessel, like crew!]
[Sidenote: Death and Life-in-Death have diced for the s.h.i.+p's crew, and she (the latter) winneth the ancient Mariner.]
_Her_ lips were red, _her_ looks were free, 190 Her locks were yellow as gold: Her skin was as white as leprosy, The Night-mare LIFE-IN-DEATH was she, Who thicks man's blood with cold.
The naked hulk alongside came, 195 And the twain were casting dice; 'The game is done! I've won! I've won!'
Quoth she, and whistles thrice.
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