“…

Down dropt the breeze, the sails dropt down,
‘Twas sad as sad could be;
And we did speak only to break
The silence of the sea!

All in a hot and cooper sky
The bloody sun, at noon
Right up above the mast did stand
No bigger than the moon

Day after day, day after day
We stuck, nor breath nor motion
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean

Water, water, everywhere
And all the boards did shrink
Water, water, everywhere
Nor any drop to drink

…”

Coleridge, The Rime of the ancient Mariner.