Blood and Ice

“And now the STORM-BLAST came, and he

Was tyrannous and strong;

He struck with his o'ertaking wings,

And chased us south along.

With sloping mast and dipping prow,

As who pursued with yell and blow

Still treads the shadow of his foe,

And forward bends his head,

The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast,

And southward aye we fled.”

The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, 1798