The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
Samuel Taylor ColeridgeQuotes
Alone, alone, all, all alone,
Alone on a wide wide sea!
And never a saint took pity on
My soul in agony.
But when there is no wave or wind
What drives this ship fast?
I looked at the sky and tried to pray;
But before I can say a word,
A bad whisper came to my ear
It turned my heart into a desert.
I was alone, I was alone, I was alone
In an endless sea
And my tormented soul
He didn't show mercy and a saint.
We stood there without moving
Like a ship from a painter's hand,
Standing in a sea of painter's hand.