"And a good south wind spl'1111g up behind;
The Albatrou did follow,
And every day, for food or play,
Ca.me to the marinet'8' h ollo I"In mist or cloud, on m&Bt or shroud,
It perch'd for vespers nine:
Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke white,
Glimmer' d the white moon-ehine.""God save thee, ancient Mariner,
From the fiends that ple.gne thee thus I
Why Jook'st thou so! " "With my cross-bow
I shot the Albatt•oSB." •:PA..a'l'U."Tn sun now r ose upon the right :
Out of the sea. came he,
Still hid in mist, and on the left
Went down into the sea.".And the good south wiorl still blew behind,
.But no sweet birtl did follow,
Nor any day for food or play,
Came to the mariners' hollo I"And I bad done a. hellish thing,
And it would work 'em wo ;
For nil averr'd, I bad kill'd the bird
Thnt made the breeze to blow.
Ab w r etch I said they, the bird to shy
That made the breeze to blow I
"Nor dim nor red, like God,s own heftd,
The glorious sun uprist:
T hen all averr'd, I hl\d kill'd the bird
That brought the fog and mist.
'Twas right, said they, such birds to slay,
l'hat l.Jring the fog and mitlt.
"The f11,ir breeze blew, the white foam flt>w 1
The fnrrow follow' d free;
We were the finit that ever ba.rst.
Into that silent sea..