"We listened and looked sideways up! At the rising of

the Moon,

Fear at my heart, as at a cup,

The stars were dim, and thick the night,
The steersman's face by his lamp gleamed white;
From the sails the dew did drip-

Till clomb above the eastern bar
The horned Moon, with one bright star
Within the nether tip.

One after ano- "One after one, by the star-dogged Moon,

ther,

Each turned his face with a ghastly pang,
And cursed me with his eye.

"Four times fifty living men,
(And I heard nor sigh nor groan,)
With heavy thump, a lifeless lump,
They dropped down one by one.

"The souls did from their bodies fly,-
They fled to bliss or woe!

And every soul, it passed me by,
Like the whizz of my cross-bow!"

His shipmates

drop down dead.

But Life-inDeath begins her work on the an

cient Mariner.