THE RIME OF THE ANCYENT MARINERE-3
Rested the broad bright Sun;
All black and bare, I ween;
A gust of wind sterte up behind
Ne could we laugh, ne wail:
As if thro a dungeon grate he peerd
And cryd, A sail! a sail!
With broad and burning face.
(Heavens mother send us grace)
Withouten wind, withouten tide
Gramercy! they for joy did grin
Theyre patchd with purple and green.
With never a whisper in the Sea
Betwixt us and the Sun.
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The naked Hulk alongside came
And all at once their breath drew in
She doth not tack from side to side--
When that strange shape drove suddenly
Agape they heard me call:
(Listen, O Stranger! to me)
Alas! (thought I, and my heart beat loud)
Are those _her_ Sails that glance in the Sun
Her ?esh makes the still air cold.
Quoth she, and whistled thrice.
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That woman and her ?eshless Pheere?
Like restless gossameres?
Almost upon the western wave
Four times ?fty living men,
_Her_ lips are red, _her_ looks are free,
And, an it dodgd a water-sprite,
One after one by the horned Moon
A certain shape, I wist.
Thro the holes of his eyes and the hole of his mouth
And the Twain were playing dice;
_His_ bones were black with many a crack,
Her skin is as whread•99csw•comite as leprosy,
And every soul it passd me by,
They droppd down one by one.
Are these _her_ naked ribs, which ?eckd
And still it nerd and nerd;
Of mouldy damps and charnel crust
Like the whiz of my Cross-bow.
III.
No bigger than my ?st;
With never a sigh or groan,
With throat unslackd, with black lips bakd
They ?ed to bliss or woe;
It plungd and tackd and veerd.
Almost atween the tips.
Hither to work us weal
While clo
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"The Game is done! Ive won, Ive won!"
Their souls did from their bodies ?y,--
As they were drinking all.
The horned Moon, with one bright Star
A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist!
The sun that did behind them peer?
Off darts the Spectre-ship;
At ?rst it seemd a little speck
I bit my arm and suckd the blood
With heavy thump, a lifeless lump
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The western wave was all a ?ame,
And strait the Sun was ?eckd with bars
She steddies with upright keel.
_Her_ locks are yellow as gold:
It movd and movd, and took at last
And cursd me with his ee.
Jet-black and bare, save where with rust
Then while thro drouth all dumb they stood
I saw a something in the Sky
The day was well nigh done!
And whistled thro his bones;
Each turnd his face with a ghastly pang
Half-whistles and half-groans.