Alone, alone, all, all alone, Alone on a wide wide sea! And never a saint took pity on My soul in agony. — Samuel Taylor Coleridge

I fear thee, ancient Mariner!

I fear thy skinny hand!

And thou art long, and lank, and brown,

As is the ribbed sea-sand.

"Ha! ha!" quoth he, "full plain I see,

The Devil knows how to row."

Farewell, farewell! but this I tell

To thee, thou Wedding-Guest!

''' He prayeth well, who loveth well

Both man and bird and beast.