Down dropped the breeze, the sails
dropped down
` T was 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 i die as a painted ship
upon a painted ocean.