Till a great lolloping, hindering, inopportune sea-bird, called the Albatross, came through the snow-fog, and was received with great joy and hospitality—by our opponents.
And lo! the Albatross proveth a bird of ill-omen, impeding the progress of the Ship in most aggravating fashion.]
At length did cross an Albatross:
Through fog and frost it came;
A noisy, rude, Obstructive bird;
Devoid of sense or shame.
Day after day it blocked our way,
As round and round it flew.
In spite of it, by patient wit,
Our helmsman steered us through.
When a fair wind sprang up behind,