The naked Hulk alongside came And the Twain were playing dice; "The Game is done! I've won, I've won!" Quoth she, and whistled thrice. A gust of wind sterte up behind And whistled through his bones; Thro' the hole of his eyes and the hole of his mouth Half-whistles and half-groans. With never a whisper in the Sea Off darts the Spectre-ship; While clombe above the Eastern bar The horned Moon, with one bright Star Almost between the tips. One after one by the horned Moon (Listen, O Stranger! to me) Each turned his face with a ghastly pang And cursed me with his ee. Four times fifty living men, With never a sigh or groan, With heavy thump, a lifeless lump They dropped down one by one. Their souls did from their bodies fly, They fled to bliss or woe; And every soul it passed me by, Like the whiz of my Cross-bow." IV.. "I fear thee, ancient Mariner ! I fear thy skinny hand; And thou art long and lank and brown As is the ribbed Sea-sand. I fear thee and thy glittering eye And thy skinny hand so brown" "Fear not, fear not, thou wedding-guest! This body dropt not down. Alone, alone, all all alone, Alone on the wide wide Sea; And Christ would take no pity on My soul in agony. 2 The many men so beautiful, And they all dead did lie! And a million million slimy things I looked upon the rotting Sea, I looked upon the ghastly deck, I looked to Heaven, and tried to pray ; I closed my lids and kept them close, Till the balls like pulses beat; For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky Lay like a load on my weary eye, And the dead were at my feet. The cold sweat melted from their limbs, Nor rot nor reek did they; The look with which they looked on me, Had never passed away. An orphan's curse would drag to Hell A spirit from on high: But O! more horrible than that Is the curse in a dead man's eye! Seven days, seven nights I saw that curse, And yet I could not die. The moving Moon went up the sky And no where did abide : Softly she was going up And a star or two beside |