The Rime of the Ancient Mariner by Samuel Taylor Coleridge is my personal fave.
It was read to me when I was a wee kiddo, and has been a bit special to me ever since.
If you’ve got an hour or so to spare I’d highly recommend looking it up.
“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.'
'God save thee, ancient Mariner!
From the fiends, that plague thee thus!—
Why look'st thou so?'—With my cross-bow
I shot the ALBATROSS.”