The Albatross did follow,
And every day hindered our way,
Despite the Mariner's hollo!
In mist or cloud it strove to shroud
Our course athwart the brine,
Night after night it led to fight,
And kicking up of shine.
The Ancient Mariner incontinently killeth the bird of ill-omen.]
"God help thee, Ancient Mariner!
From the fiends that plague thee thus!