Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Water, water, every where,

And all the boards did shrink;

Water, water, every where,

Nor any drop to drink.

And I had done an hellish thing,

And it would work 'em woe:

For all averred, I had killed the bird

That made the breeze to blow.

Ah wretch! said they, the bird to slay,

That made the breeze to blow!

Instead of the cross, the Albatross

About my neck was hung.

Day after day, day after day,

We stuck, nor breath nor motion;

As idle as a painted ship

Upon a painted ocean.