"And the good south-wind still blew behind,

But no sweet bird did follow,
Nor any day, for food or play,
Came to the mariners' hollo!

'Day after day, day after day,

We stuck, nor breath nor motion;

vn,

"Ah! well-a-day! what evil looks
Had I from old and young!

Instead of the cross the Albatross

"With throats unslaked, with black lips baked,

Agape they heard me call:

Gramercy! they for joy did grin,