The moving Moon went up the sky And no where did abide: Softly she was going up And a star or two beside-- Her beams bemock’d the sultry main Like morning frosts yspread; But where the ship’s huge shadow lay, The charmed water burnt alway A still and awful red. Beyond the shadow of the ship I watch’d the water-snakes: They mov’d in tracks of shining white; And when they rear’d, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes. Within the shadow of the ship I watch’d their rich attire: Blue, glossy green, and velvet black They coil’d and swam; and every track Was a flash of golden fire. O happy living things! no tongue Their beauty might declare: A spring of love gusht from my heart, And I bless’d them unaware! Sure my kind saint took pity on me, And I bless’d them unaware. The self-same moment I could pray; And from my neck so free The Albatross fell off, and sank Like lead into the sea. V. O sleep, it is a gentle thing Belov’d from pole to pole! To Mary-queen the praise be yeven She sent the gentle sleep from heaven That slid into my soul. The silly buckets on the deck That had so long remain’d, I dreamt that they were fill’d with dew And when I awoke it rain’d. My lips were wet, my throat was cold, My garments all were dank; Sure I had drunken in my dreams And still my body drank. I mov’d and could not feel my limbs, I was so light, almost I thought that I had died in sleep, And was a blessed Ghost. The roaring wind! it roar’d far off, It did not come anear; But with its sound it shook the sails That were so thin and sere. The upper air bursts into life, And a hundred fire-flags sheen To and fro they are hurried about; And to and fro, and in and out The stars dance on between. The coming wind doth roar more loud; The sails do sigh, like sedge: The rain pours down from one black cloud And the Moon is at its edge. Hark! hark! the thick black cloud is cleft, And the Moon is at its side: Like waters shot from some high crag, The lightning falls with never a jag A river steep and wide. The strong wind reach’d the ship: it roar’d And dropp’d down, like a stone! Beneath the lightning and the moon The dead men gave a groan. They groan’d, they stirr’d, they all uprose, Ne spake, ne mov’d their eyes: It had been strange, even in a dream To have seen those dead men rise. The helmsman steerd, the ship mov’d on; Yet never a breeze up-blew; The Marineres all ’gan work the ropes, Where they were wont to do: They rais’d their limbs like lifeless tools-- We were a ghastly crew.