Came to the mariners hollo!
"And I had done a hellish thing,
And it would work'em woe;
For all averred I had kill'd the bird
That made the breeze to blow.
'Ah, wretch!' said they, 'the bird to slay,
That made the breeze to blow!'
"Nor dim nor red, like God's own head,
The glorious sun uprist:
Then all averred I had kill'd the bird