The Sun now rose upon the right:

The Sun now rose upon the right:

Out of the sea came he,

Still hid in mist, and on the left

Went down into the sea.

And the good south wind still blew behind,

But no sweet bird follow,

Nor any day for food or play

Came to the mariners, hollo!

His shipmates cry out against the ancient Mariner, for killing the bird of good luck.

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!

But when the fog cleared off, they justify the same, and thus make themselves accomplices in the crime.

Nor dim nor red, like God,s own head,

The glorious Sun uprist:

Then all averred, I had killed the bird

That brought the fog and mist.

Twas right, said they, such birds to slay,

That bring the fog and mist.

The fair breeze continues; the ship enters the pacific Ocean, and sails northward, even till it reaches the Line.

The fair breeze blow, the white foam flew,

The furrow followed free:

We were the first that ever burst

Into that silent sea.