The Rime of the Ancient Mariner relates the supernatural events experienced by a mariner on a long sea voyage.
Ah, wretch, said they / the bird to slay / that made the breeze to blow)
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.