As idle as a painted ship upon a painted ocean...

Day after day, day after day,

We stuck, nor breath nor motion;

As idle as a painted ship

Upon a painted ocean.

 

Water, water, every where,

And all the boards did shrink;

Water, water, every where,

Nor any drop to drink!

 

From 'The Rime of the Ancient Mariner' by Samuel Taylor Coleridge, written in 1797–98

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Taken on August 18, 2013