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And the good south wind still blew And every tongue, through utter drought, behind,
Was withered at the root; But no sweet bird did follow,
We could not speak, no more than if Nor any day, for food or play,
We had been choked with soot. Came to the mariner's hollo!
Ah! well a-day! what evil looks And I had done a hellish thing,
Had I from old and young!
Instead of the cross, the albatross
Was parched, and glazed each eye. Then all averred, I had killed the bird A weary time! a weary time! That brought the fog and mist,
How glazed each weary eye, 'Twas right, said they, such birds to When looking westward, I beheld slay,
A something in the sky,
At first it seemed a little speck,
It moved and moved, and took at last
A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist ! Down dropt the breeze, the sails dropt And still it neared and neared; down,
As if it dodged a water sprite, 'Twas sad as sad could be;
It plunged and tacked and veered. And we did speak only to break
With throats unslaked, with black lips The silence of the sea !
baked, All in a hot and copper sky,
We could nor laugh nor wail; The bloody Sun, at noon,
Through utter drought all dumb we stood ! Right up above the mast did stand, I bit my arm, I sucked the blood, No bigger than the Moon.
And cried, A sail! a sail ! Day after day, day after day,
With throats unslaked, with black lips We stuck, nor breath nor motion;
baked, As idle as a painted ship
Agape they heard me call: Upon a painted ocean.
Grammercy! they for joy did grin, Water, water, everywhere,
And all at once their breath drew in, And all the boards did shrink;
As they were drinking all. Water, water, everywhere,
See! see! (I cried,) she tacks no more! Nor any drop to drink.
Hither to work us weal; The very deep did rot: 0 Christ!
Without a breeze, without a tide,
She steadies with upright keel!
The day was well-nigh done!
Almost upon the western wave The death-fires danced at night,
Rested the broad bright Sun; The water, like a witch's oils,
When that strange shape drove suddenly
Betwixt us and the Sun. Burnt green, and blue, and white. And some in dreams assured were And straight the Sun was flecked with bars, Of the spirit that plagued us so; (Heaven's Mother send us grace !) Nine fathom deep he had followed us As if through a dungeon-grate he peered From the land of mist and snow. With broad and burning face.
Alas! (thought I, and my heart beat loud) I fear thee and thy glittering eye,
And thy skinny hand so brown.".
This body dropt not down. Are those her ribs through which the Sun Alone, alone, all, all alone, Did peer, as through a grate ?
Alone on a wide, wide sea !
And never a saint took pity on
The many men so beautiful !
And they all dead did lie: Her locks were yellow as gold:
And a thousand thousand shiny things Her skin was as white as leprosy,
Lived on; and so did I.
I looked upon the rotting deck,
And there the dead men lay. ** The game is done! I've won, I've won!” I looked to heaven, and tried to pray ; Quoth she, and whistles thrice.
But, or ever a prayer had gushed,
A wicked whisper came, and made
My heart as dry as dust.
I closed my lids, and kept them close, Oft shot the spectre-bark.
And the balls like pulses beat;
For the sky and the sea, and the sea and We listened and looked sideways up!
the sky, Fear at my heart, as at a cup,
Lay like a load on my weary eye, My life-blood seemed to sip!
And the dead were at my feet. The stars were dim, and thick the night, The steersman's face by his lamp gleamed The cold sweat melted from their limbs,
Nor rot nor reek did they ; white; From the sails the dew did drip
The look with which they looked on me Till clomb above the eastern bar
Had never passed away.
A spirit from on high ;
But oh ! more terrible than that
Seven days, seven nights, I saw that curse, And cursed me with his eye.
The moving Moon went up the sky, Four times fifty living men,
And nowhere did abide : (And I heard nor sigh nor groan,)
Softly she was going up With heavy thump, a lifeless lump,
And a star or two besideThey dropped down one by one.
Her beams bemocked the sultry main, The souls did from their bodies fly,- Like April hoar-frost spread ; They fled to bliss or woe !
And where the ship's huge shadow lay,
A still and awful red.
Beyond the shadow of the ship " I fear thee, ancient mariner !
I watched the water-snakes : I fear thy skinny hand !
They moved in tracks of shining white; And thou art long, and lank, and brown, And when they reared, the elfish light As is the ribbed sea-sand.
Fell off in hoary flakes.
Within the shadow of the ship
And I blessed them unaware :
kind saint took pity on me,
And from my neck so free
Like lead into the sea.
200.—THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER, $ 2.
The loud wind never reached the ship, Ou sleep! it is a gentle thing,
Yet how the ship moved on ! Beloved from pole to pole !
Beneath the lightning and the Moon To Mary Queen the praise be given !
The dead men gave a groan. She sent the gentle sleep from Heaven, They groaned, they stirred, they all upThat slid into my soul.
rose, The silly buckets on the deck,
Nor spake, nor moved their eyes : That had so long remained,
It had been strange, even in a dream,
To have seen those dead men rise.
The helmsman steered, the ship moved on;
Yet never a breeze up-blew; My lips were wet, my throat was cold,
The mariners all 'gan work the ropes, My garments all were dank ;
Where they were wont to do; Sure I had drunken in my dreams,
They raised their limbs like lifeless toolsAnd still my body drank.
We were a ghastly crew. I moved, and could not feel
limbs : The body of my brother's son I was so light-almost
Stood by me, knee to knee :
But he said nought to me.
Be calm, thou wedding-guest !
Which to their corses came again,
But a troop of spirits blest : The upper air burst into life!
For when it dawned—they dropped their And a hundred fire-flags sheen,
arms, To and fro they were hurried about !
And clustered round the mast; And to and fro, and in and out,
Sweet sounds rose slowly through their The wan stars danced between.
mouths, And the coming wind did roar more loud, And from their bodies passed. And the sails did sigh like sedge ; Around, around, flew cach sweet sound, And the rain poured down from one black Then darted to the Sun ; cloud ;
Slowly the sounds came back again,
Now mixed, now one by one.
I heard the sky-lark sing ;
Sometimes all little birds that are, The lightning fell with never a jag, How they seemed to fill the sea and air A river steep and wide.
With their sweet jargoning !
And now 'twas like all instruments,
But tell me, tell me ! speak again, That makes the heavens be mute.
Thy soft response renewingIt ceased ; yet still the sails made on What makes that ship drive on so fast ! A pleasant noise till noon,
What is the ocean doing ? A noise like of a hidden brook
Second Voice. In the leafy month of June,
Still as a slave before his lord, That to the sleeping woods all night
The ocean hath no blast; Singeth a quiet tune.
His great bright eye most silently Till noon we quietly sailed on,
Up to the Moon is cast. Yet never a breeze did breathe :
If he may know which way to go; Slowly and smoothly went the ship,
For she guides him smooth or grim
See, brother, see ! how graciously
But why drives on that ship so fast, The sails at noon left off their tune,
Without or wave or wind ? And the ship stood still also.
Second Voice. The Sun, right up above the mast,
The air is cut away before, Had fixed her to the ocean :
And closes from behind. But in a minute she 'gan stir,
Fly, brother, fly! more high, more high! With a short uneasy motion
Or we shall be belated : Backwards and forwards half her length For slow and slow that ship will go, With a short uneasy motion.
When the mariner's trance is abated. Then like a pawing horse let go,
I woke, and we were sailing on She made a sudden bound :
As in a gentle weather : It flung the blood into my head, 'Twas night, calm night, the moon was And I fell down in a swound.
high ; How long in that same fit I lay,
The dead men stood together. I have not to declare ;
All stood together on the deck,
For a charnel-dungeon fitter :
That in the Moon did glitter. “ Is it he ?” quoth one, “Is this the The pang, the curse, with which they died, man?
Had never passed away: By him who died on cross,
I could not draw my eyes from theirs, With his cruel bow he laid full low Nor turn them up to pray. The harmless albatross.
And now this spell was snapt: once more “The spirit who bideth by himself
I viewed the ocean green, In the land of mist and snow,
And looked far north, yet little saw He loved the bird that loved the man
Of what had else been seenWho shot him with his bow."
Like one, that on a lonesome road The other was a softer voice,
Doth walk in fear and dread, As soft as honey-dew :
And having once turned round walks on, Quoth he, “The man hath penance And turns no more his head ; done,
Because he knows a frightful fiend And penance more will do.”
Doth close behind him tread.
But soon there breathed a wind on me, But soon I heard the dash of oars,
I heard the pilot's cheer ;
My head was turned perforce away,
And I saw a boat appear.
I heard them coming fast :
The dead men could not blast.
I saw a third-I heard his voice :
It is the hermit good !
That he makes in the wood.
He'll shrieve my soul, he'll wash away The light-house top I see ?
The albatross's blood. Is this the hill ? is this the kirk ?
This hermit good lives in that wood
How loudly his sweet voice he rears! O let me be awake, my God!
He loves to talk with mariners Or let me sleep alway.
That come from a far countree.
He hath a cushion plump:
The rotted old oak-stump.
Why, this is strange, I trow ! The moonlight steeped in silentness Where are those lights so many and fair, The steady weathercock.
That signal made but now ?" And the bay was white with silent light, “Strange, by my faith!" the hermit said — Till rising from the same,
“And they answered not our cheer! Full many shapes, that shadows were, The planks looked warped! and see those In crimson colours came.
sails, A little distance from the prow
How thin they are and sere ! Those crimson shadows were :
I never saw aught like to them, I turned my eyes upon the deck
Unless perchance it were
Brown skeletons of leaves that lay
When the ivy-tod is heavy with snow, A man all light, a seraph-man,
And the owlet whoops to the wolf below, On every corse there stood.
That eats the she-wolf's young." This seraph-band, each waved his haad : “ Dear Lord ! it hath a fiendish lookIt was a heavenly sight !
(The pilot made reply) They stood as signals to the land, I am a-feared”_" Push on, push on!" Each one a lovely light;
Said the hermit cheerily.
But I nor spake nor stirred;
And straight a sound was heard.