Cunning There flies an albatross by the bow, passing from my arrow And I hear the shouts of regret from within and all around And I saw crewmates picked off the ship one by one And the bird, I wore around my neck, reminding my mistakes would never be undone No one else left to blame but me But me Floating in the antarctic sea I am so blue that I’ll blend cozily --- [Part V] My lips were wet, my throat was cold; my garments all were dank; sure, I had drunken in my dreams, and still my body drank. I moved--and could not feel my limbs: I was so light--almost I thought that I had died in sleep, and was a blessed ghost. --- Wasting time on where I went, dreaming of what I could or would be But I’m busy bending backwards for my mind that’s wreaking havoc And I wonder if I could hide myself in a submarine confined in frozen ice Reaching a rimy paradise once I’m able to take control back into my life No one else left to blame but me But me Floating in the antarctic sea I am so cold that I’ll blend cozily --- [Part VI] It raised my hair, it fanned my cheek Like a meadow-gale of spring-- It mingled strangely with my fears Yet it felt welcoming [Part VII] [I] went like one that hath been stunned, And is of sense forlorn: A sadder and a wiser man, [I] rose the morrow morn.