II.

The Sun came up upon the right,

Out of the Sea came he;

And broad as a weft upon the left

Went down into the Sea.

And the good south wind still blew behind,

But no sweet Bird did follow

Ne any day for food or play

Came to the Marineres hollo!

And I had done an hellish thing

And it would work em woe:

For all averrd, I had killd the Bird

That made the Breeze to blow.

Ne dim ne red, like Gods own head,

The glorious Sun uprist:

Then all averrd, I had killd the Bird

That brought the fog and mist.

Twas right, said they, such birds to slay

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