Wretched

And I had done a hellish thing,
And it would work 'em woe:
For all averred, I had killed the bird
That made the breeze to blow.
Ah wretch! said they, the bird to slay,
That made the breeze to blow!

Samuel Taylor Coleridge,
The Rime of the Ancient Mariner

I've pulled off the shelf a book I inherited from my father containing only the poem and the illustrations for it by Gustave Doré. The book is in a very large format with a Doré illustration for just about every verse. Dad subscribed for a time for books distributed by the International Book Society. This one came with an LP record of a reading of the poem. The illustration is scanned from the book.