Quotation from the ‘Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner’ by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

The pang, the curse, with which they died,

Had never pass'd away:

I could not draw my eye from theirs,

Nor turn them up to pray.

And in its time the spell was snapt,

And I could move my eye:

I look'd far-forth, but little saw,

Of what might else be seen.

Like one, that on a lonely road,

Doth walk in fear and dread,    

And having once turn'd round, walks on,

And turns no more his head:    

Because he knows, a frightful fiend,

Doth close behind him tread.