The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew,
The furrow follow'd free;
We were the first that ever burst 105
Into that silent sea.
The ship hath been suddenly becalmed. Down dropt the breeze, the sails dropt down,
'Twas sad as sad could be;
And we did speak only to break
The silence of the sea! 110
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, 115
We stuck, nor breath nor motion;
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.