Samuel Taylor Coleridge

And a good south wind sprung up behind,
The Albatross did follow,
And every day, for food read more

And a good south wind sprung up behind,
The Albatross did follow,
And every day, for food or play,
Came to the mariner's hollo!
"God save thee, ancient Mariner!
From the fiends that plague thus thee!--
Why look'st thou so?"--"With my cross-bow
I shot the Albatross."

Her gentle limbs did she undress,
And lay down in her loveliness.

Her gentle limbs did she undress,
And lay down in her loveliness.

Hast thou a charm to stay the morning-star
In his steep course?

Hast thou a charm to stay the morning-star
In his steep course?

The Nightmare Life-in-Death was she.

The Nightmare Life-in-Death was she.

Ah! replied my gentle fair,
Beloved, what are names but air?
Choose thou, whatever suits the line:
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Ah! replied my gentle fair,
Beloved, what are names but air?
Choose thou, whatever suits the line:
Call me Sappho, call me Chloris,
Call me Lalage, or Doris,
Only, only, call me thine.