Beyond the shadow of the ship 



I watched the watcr-snakcs : 



They moved in tracks of shining white, 



And when they reared, the elfin light 



Fell off in hoary flakes. 



happy living things ! no tongue 

 Their beauty miglit declare : 

 A spring of love gushed from ny heart, 

 And I blessed them unaware. 



Coleridge's Ancient Mariner. 



