An excerpt from: The Rime of the Ancient Mariner by Samuel Taylor Coleridge









An excerpt from: The Rime of the Ancient Mariner

by Samuel Taylor Coleridge


All in a hot and copper sky, 

The bloody Sun, at noon, 

Right up above the mast did stand, 

No bigger than the Moon. 


Day after day, day after day, 

We stuck, nor breath nor motion; 

As idle as a painted ship 

Upon a painted ocean. 


Water, water, every where, 

And all the boards did shrink; 

Water, water, every where, 

Nor any drop to drink.