Dear Bird-Voyeurs and Folks at Sea,
A section, of that well-known poem, the Rime of the Ancient Mariner, to celebrate the Albatross Nest Camera. I hope that you will read the whole glorious thing, loudly and with gusto, right here.
And a good south wind sprung up behind;
The Albatross did follow,
And every day, for food or play,
Came to the mariner's hollo!
In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud,
It perched for vespers nine;
Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke white,
Glimmered the white Moon-shine.'
May all your albatross hatch, or soar in poetry,
and your neck unburdened be!