The Sun's rim dips; the stars rush out: At one stride comes the dark; With far-heard whisper, o'er the sea… — 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."

Alone, alone, all, all alone,

Alone on a wide wide sea!

And never a saint took pity on

My soul in agony.