The sun's rim dips, the stars rush out:
At one stride comes the dark;
With far-heard whisper o'er the sea Off shot the specter bark.
The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, III, st. 13
The sun's rim dips, the stars rush out:
At one stride comes the dark;
With far-heard whisper o'er the sea Off shot the specter bark.
The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, III, st. 13