Note 1 — ISAIAH. (continued 8)
Reading edition
Down dropt the breeze, the sails dropt down ’Twas sad as sad could be; And we did speak only to break The silence of the sea!
All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody sun at noon Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the moon.
Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath, nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Water, water everywhere, And all the boards did shrink; Water, water everywhere, Nor any drop to drink.—Coleridge: “Ancient Mariner.”