Alas! (thought I, and my heart beat loud)
How fast she nears and nears!
Are those her sails that glance in the Sun,
Like restless gossameres?
And its ribs are seen as bars on the face of the setting Sun. The Spectre-Woman and her Death-mate, and no other on board the skeleton ship. Like vessel, like crew! Are those her ribs through which the Sun 185
Did peer, as through a grate?
And is that Woman all her crew?
Is that a Death? and are there two?
Is Death that Woman's mate?
Her lips were red, her looks were free, 190
Her locks were yellow as gold:
Her skin was as white as leprosy,
The Nightmare Life-in-Death was she,
Who thicks man's blood with cold.
Death and Life-in-Death have diced for the ship's crew, and she (the latter) winneth the ancient Mariner. The naked hulk alongside came, 195
And the twain were casting dice;
"The game is done! I've won! I've won!"
Quoth she, and whistles thrice.
No twilight within the courts of the Sun. The Sun's rim dips; the stars rush out: 200
At one stride comes the dark;
With far-heard whisper, o'er the sea,
Off shot the spectre-bark.
We listen'd and look'd sideways up!
Fear at my heart, as at a cup, 205
My life-blood seem'd to sip!
The stars were dim, and thick the night,
The steersman's face by his lamp gleam'd white;
From the sails the dew did drip—
At the rising of the Moon, Till clomb above the eastern bar 210
The hornéd Moon, with one bright star
Within the nether tip.
Alas! (thought I, and my heart beat loud) How fast she nears and nears! Are those her sails that glance in the Sun, Like restless gossameres? And its ribs are seen as bars on the face of the setting Sun. The Spectre-Woman and her Death-mate, and no other on board the skeleton ship. Like vessel, like crew! Are those her ribs through which the Sun 185 Did peer, as through a grate? And is that Woman all her crew? Is that a Death? and are there two? Is Death that Woman's mate? Her lips were red, her looks were free, 190 Her locks were yellow as gold: Her skin was as white as leprosy, The Nightmare Life-in-Death was she, Who thicks man's blood with cold. Death and Life-in-Death have diced for the ship's crew, and she (the latter) winneth the ancient Mariner. The naked hulk alongside came, 195 And the twain were casting dice; "The game is done! I've won! I've won!" Quoth she, and whistles thrice. No twilight within the courts of the Sun. The Sun's rim dips; the stars rush out: 200 At one stride comes the dark; With far-heard whisper, o'er the sea, Off shot the spectre-bark. We listen'd and look'd sideways up! Fear at my heart, as at a cup, 205 My life-blood seem'd to sip! The stars were dim, and thick the night, The steersman's face by his lamp gleam'd white; From the sails the dew did drip— At the rising of the Moon, Till clomb above the eastern bar 210 The hornéd Moon, with one bright star Within the nether tip.
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