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.