"Day after day, day after day, 115
We stuck, nor breath nor motion;
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.
"Water, water, everywhere,
And all the boards did shrink; 120
Water, water, everywhere,
Nor any drop to drink.
"The very deep did rot: O Christ!
That ever this should be!
Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs 125
Upon the slimy sea.
"About, about, in reel and rout
The death-fires[21] danced at night;
The water, like a witch's oils,
Burnt green, and blue, and white, 130
"And some in dreams assured were
Of the spirit that plagued us so;[22]
Nine fathom deep he had followed us
From the land of mist and snow.
"And every tongue, through utter drought, 135
Was withered at the root;
We could not speak, no more than if
We had been choked with soot.
"Ah! well-a-day! what evil looks
Had I from old and young! 140
Instead of the cross, the Albatross
About my neck was hung."
PART III
"There passed a weary time. Each throat
Was parched, and glazed each eye.
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