The Sun now rose upon the right:nbsp;Out of the sea came he,nbsp;Still hid in mist, and on the leftnbsp;Went down into the sea.nbsp;And the good south wind still blew behindnbsp;But no sweet bird did follow,nbsp;Nor any day for food or playnbsp;Came to the mariners hollo!nbsp;And I had done an hellish thing,nbsp;And it would work lsquo;em woe:nbsp;For all averred, I had killed the birdnbsp;That made the breeze to blow.nbsp;Ah wretch! said they, the bird to slaynbsp;That made the breeze to blow!