Unit 3: Selection Vocabulary 3

At length did cross an albatross,
Thorough the fog it came;
As if it had been a Christian soul,
We hailed it in God's name.

The moving moon went up the sky,
And nowhere did abide

For slow and slow that ship will go,
When the mariner's trance is abated.

This seraph band, each waved his hand:
It was a heavenly sight!
They stood as signals to the land,
Each one a lovely light

He went like one that hath been stunned,
And is of sense forlorn:
A sadder and a wiser man,
He rose the morrow morn.

He sipped with his straight mouth,
Softly drank through his straight gums, into his slack long body

How glad I was he had come like a guest in quiet, to drink at my water-trough
And depart peaceful, pacified, and thankless,
Into the burning bowels of this earth?

And slowly, very slowly, as if thrice a dream,
Proceeded to draw his slow length curving round
And climb again the broken bank of my wall-face.

I thought how paltry, how vulgar, what a mean act!

And I have something to expiate:
A pettiness.