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161 II.

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 did follow

Nor any day for food or play

Came to the Mariner's hollo!

And I had done an hellish thing

And it would work e'm woe:

For all averr'd, I had kill'd the Bird

That made the Breeze to blow.