The Rime of the Ancient Mariner

by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Water, water, every where, And all the boards did shrink; 120 Water, water, every where Nor any drop to drink.

He prayeth best, who loveth best All things both great and small; 615 For the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all."

A little child, a limber elf, Singing, dancing to itself, A fairy thing with red round cheeks, That always finds, and never seeks,