The nightmare Life-in-Death was she.

The Ancient Mariner. Part iii.

The sun's rim dips; the stars rush out:

At one stride comes the dark;

With far-heard whisper o'er the sea,

Off shot the spectre-bark.

The Ancient Mariner. Part iii.

And thou art long and lank and brown,

As is the ribbed sea-sand.[498:2]

The Ancient Mariner. Part iv.