Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke white,
Glimmered the white Moon-shine.
Tired of the endless mist, Algy fell asleep in the tree, and dreamed …
Tag: Rime of the Ancient Mariner
Algy Perched in Mist or Cloud
In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud,
It perched for vespers nine …
With the sea lost again in the dense Scotch mist, Algy spent a gloomy day in the larch tree, practising his recitation of The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, that cautionary tale which every young albatross is required to learn by heart.
The Adventures of Algy 