Rime of the Ancient Mariner. An ancient Mariner meeteth three gallants bidden to a wedding feast, and detaineth essay on the most frightful experience of my life. And he stoppeth one of three.
Now wherefore stopp’st thou me? May’st hear the merry din. There was a ship,’ quoth he. Eftsoons his hand dropt he. The Wedding-Guest is spell-bound by the eye of the old seafaring man, and constrained to hear his tale. The Mariner hath his will.
The Mariner tells how the ship sailed southward with a good wind and fair weather, till it reached the Line. Out of the sea came he! Went down into the sea. For he heard the loud bassoon.
The ship drawn by a storm toward the South Pole. And chased us south along. The southward aye we fled. The land of ice, and of fearful sounds, where no living thing was to be seen. The ice was all between. Like noises in a swound!
Till a great sea-bird, called the Albatross, came through the snow-fog, and was received with great joy and hospitality. We hail’d it in God’s name. And round and round it flew. The helmsman steer’d us through! Albatross proveth a bird of good omen, and followeth the ship as it returned northward through fog and floating ice.
Came to the mariners’ hollo! The ancient Mariner inhospitably killeth the pious bird of good omen. God save thee, ancient Mariner! From the fiends, that plague thee thus! His shipmates cry out against the ancient Mariner for killing the bird of good luck.
That made the breeze to blow. That made the breeze to blow! But when the fog cleared off, they justify the same, and thus make themselves accomplices in the crime. That brought the fog and mist. That bring the fog and mist. Pacific Ocean, and sails northward, even till it reaches the Line. The ship hath been suddenly becalmed.
The silence of the sea! No bigger than the Moon. And the Albatross begins to be avenged. Nor any drop to drink. The very deep did rot: O Christ!
That ever this should be! Burnt green, and blue, and white. 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. From the land of mist and snow. We had been choked with soot.