THE RIME OF THE ANCYENT MARINERE-3
III.
I sahe Sky
No bigger t;
At ?rst it seemd a little speck
And t seemd a mist:
It movd and movd, and took at last
A certain s.
A speck, a mist, a s!
And still it nerd and nerd;
And, an it dodgd a er-sprite,
It plungd and tackd and veerd.
it unslackd, h black lips bakd
Ne could we laugh, ne wail:
tood
I bit my arm and suckd the blood
And cryd, A sail! a sail!
it unslackd, h black lips bakd
Agape they heard me call:
Gramercy! they for joy did grin
And all at once th drew in
As they were drinking all.
S tack from side to side--
o work us weal
iten en tide
Seddies keel.
tern wave was all a ?ame,
the day was well nigh done!
Almost upon tern wave
Rested t Sun;
strange shape drove suddenly
Bet us and the Sun.
And strait th bars
(her send us grace)
As if te he peerd
ith broad and burning face.
Alas! (t I, and my beat loud)
she neres and neres!
Are t glance in the Sun
Like restless gossameres?
Are these _her_ naked ribs, which ?eckd
t did behem peer?
And are the crew,
t woman and her ?eshless Pheere?
_h many a crack,
All black and bare, I ween;
Jet-black and bare, save w
Of mouldy damps and c
tch purple and green.
_her_ lips are red, _her_ looks a