"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, 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 Too quick for groan or sigh, Each turned his race with a ghastly pang, "Four times fifty living men, His shipmates drop down dead. "The souls did from their bodies fly,- But Life-inDeath begins her work on the ancient Mariner. |