The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
"I fear thee, ancient mariner!"
"Be calm, thou wedding-guest!
'Twas not those souls that fled in pain,
Which to their corses came again,
But a troop of spirits blessed. (V.79)
'Still as a slave before his lord,
The ocean hath no blast;
His great bright eye most silently
Up to the moon is cast –
If he may know which way to go;
For she guides him smooth or grim.
See, brother, see! how graciously
She looketh down on him.' (VI.94-95)