O happy living things! no tongue Their beauty might declare: A spring of love gushed from my heart, And I blessed them unaware: 285 Sure my kind saint took pity on me, And I blessed them unaware. [Sidenote: The spell begins to break.] The selfsame moment I could pray; And from my neck so free The Albatross fell off, and sank 290 Like lead into the sea.
