II.

        t,

        Out of the Sea came he;

        And broad as a    upon t

        ent doo the Sea.

        And till blew behind,

        But no s Bird did follow

        Ne any day for food or play

        Came to the Marineres hollo!

        And I hing

        And it would work em woe:

        For all averrd, I he Bird

        t made to blow.

        Ne dim ne red, like Gods own head,

        t:

        the Bird

        t broug.

        twas rigo slay

        t bring t.

        te foam ?ew,

        the furrow followd free:

        e    t ever burst

        Into t silent Sea.

        Do t down,

        twas sad as sad could be

        And o break

        the Sea.

        All in a    and copper sky

        t noon,

        Rig did stand,

        No bigger the moon.

        Day after day, day after day,

        e stue breation,

        As idle as a painted Ship

        Upon a painted O.

        ater, er, every where

        And all the boards did shrink;

        ater, er, every where,

        Ne any drop to drink.

        t: O C!

        t ever this should be!

        Yea, slimy th legs

        Upon the slimy Sea.

        About, about, in reel and rout

        t night;

        ter, like a chs oils,

        Burnt green and blue and we.

        And some in dreams assured were

        Of t t plagued us so:

        hom deep he had followd us

        From t and Snow.

        And every toer drouth

        as    t;

        e could not speak no more than if

        e .

        A evil looks

        had I from old and young;

        Instead of tross

        About my neck was hung.
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