Bryonp the shadow of the ship, 
I watch’d the water snakes : 
They moved in tracks of shining white, 
And when they rear’d, the elfish light 
Fell off in hoary flakes. 
* * * * 
O happy living things! no tongue 
Their beauty might declare : 
A spring of love gush’d from my heart, 
And I bless’d them unaware. 
COLERIDGE’S Ancient Mariner. 
