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of the great calin.

Her beams bemocked the sultry main, And to and fro, and in and out,
Like April hoar-frost spread ;

The wan stars danced between.
But where the ship's huge shadow lay
The charmed water burnt alway And the coming wind did roar more loud,
A still and awful red.

And the sails did sigh like sedge ;

And the rain poured down from one By, the light Beyond the shadow of the ship

black cloud, he behold. I watched the water-snakes ;

The moon was at its edge. creatures. They moved in tracks of shining white;

And when they reared, the elfish light the thick black cloud was cleft, and still
Fell off in hoary flakes.

The moon was at its side ;
Within the shadow of the ship

Like waters shot from some high crag,
I watched their rich attire, —

The lightning fell with never a jag,
Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, A river steep and wide.
They coiled and swam ; and every track
Was a flash of golden fire.

The loud wind never reached the ship, The bodies

Yet now the ship moved on !
Their beau: 0 happy living things ! no tongue Beneath the lightning and the moon
happiness. Their beauty might declare ;

The dead men gave a groan.
A spring of love gushed from my heart,
He blesseth And I blessed them unaware,

They groaned, they stirred, they all
Sure my kind saint took pity on me,

And I blessed them unaware.

Nor spake, nor moved their eyes ; The spell The selfsame moment I could pray ;

It had been strange, even in a dream, begins to

To have seen those dead men rise.
And from my neck so free
The albatross fell off, and sank
Like lead into the sea.

The helmsman steered, the ship moved

crew are inspired, and the ship moves on

them in his heart.


on ;


Yet never a breeze upblew;

The mariners all 'gan work the ropes,
O SLEEP! it is a gentle thing,

Where they were wont to do;
Beloved from pole to pole!

They raised their limbs like lifeless
To Mary Queen the praise be given !

tools, –
She sent the gentle sleep from heaven

We were a ghastly crew.
That slid into my soul.

The silly buckets on the deck, The body of my brother's son
Mother, the That had so long remained,

Stood by me, knee to knee ; mariner is I dreamt that they were filled with dew; The body and I pulled at one rope, And when I woke, it rained.

But he said naught to me."

By grace
of the Holy

refreshed with rain.

But not by the souls of the men, nor by demons of earth or mudle air, but by a blessed troop of an gelic spirits

My lips were wet, my throat was cold, “I fear thee, ancient mariner !

!" My garments all were dank ;

“ Be calm, thou wedding-guest ! Sure I had drunken in my dreams,

'T was not those souls that fled in pain,
And still my body drank.

Which to their corses came again,
I moved, and could not feel my limbs ;

But a troop of spirits blest.
I was so light - almost
I thonght that I had died in sleep,
For when it dawned they dropped their sent dan

by the inve

arms, And was a blesséd ghost.

And clustered round the mast;
He heareth And soon I heard a roaring wind, -

Sweet sounds rose slowly through their
It did not come anear ;

mouths, sights and But with its sound it shook the sails,

And from their bodies passed. in the sky That were so thin and sear.

Around, around flew each sweet sound,
The upper air burst into life ;

Then darted to the sun ;
And a hundred fire-flags sheen, Slowly the sounds came back again,
To and fro they were hurried about ; Now mixed, now one by one.

catica of the guar dian saint.

sounds and seeth strange

and the élement.

ner hath

some spirit

into a trance : for the angelic

eth the ves.

carries on the ship as

Sometimes, a-dropping from the sky, The other was a softer voice,
I heard the skylark sing;

As soft as honey-dew :
Sometimes all little birds that are, - | Quoth he, "The man hath penance done,
How they seemed to fill the sea and air And penance more will do.'
With their sweet jargoning!

And now.'t was like all instruments,

Now like a lonely flute;

| “But tell me, tell me ! speak again,
And now it is an angel's song,

Thy soft response renewing, —
That makes the heavens be mute.

What makes that ship drive on so fast ?

What is the ocean doing?'
It ceased ; yet still the sails made on
A pleasant noise till noon, -

A noise like of a hidden brook ‘Still as a slave before his lord,
In the leafy month of June,

The ocean hath no blast;
That to the sleeping woods all night His great bright eye most silently
Singeth a quiet tune.

| Up to the moon is cast, –
Till noon we quietly sailed on,

If he may know which way to go ;
Yet never a breeze did breathe ;

For she guides him smooth or grim.

See, brother, see! how graciously
Slowly and smoothly went the ship,
Moved onward from beneath.
She looketh down on him.'

The mari-

been cast The lone Under the keel nine fathom deep, But why drives on that ship so fast, from the From the land of mist and snow, Without or wave or wind ?' south pole

power causThe spirit slid; and it was he


sel to drive far as the That made the ship to go. line in obe. The sails at noon left off their tune,

* The air is cut away before, And the ship stood still alsó.

And closes from behind. still requir

Fly, brother, fly! more high, more high!
The sun, right up above the mast,

Or we shall be belated ;
Had fixed her to the ocean ;

For slow and slow that ship will go,
But in a minute she 'gan to stir,

When the mariner's trance is ábated.'
With a short uneasy motion, -
Backwards and forwards half her length, I woke, and we were sailing on

The super.
With a short uneasy motion.
As in a gentle weather ;

tarded; the
'T was night, calm night, – the moon
Then like a pawing horse let go,

was high ;
She made a sudden bound, -

The dead men stood together.
It flung the blood into my head,
And I fell down in a swound.

All stood together on the deck, ,

For a charnel-dungeon fitter ; The polar How long in that same fit I lay

All fixed on me their stony eyes, spirit's ferI have not to declare ;

That in the moon did glitter. But ere my living life returned inhabitants of the ele I heard, and in my soul discerned,

The pang, the curse, with which they part in his Two voices in the air ;

died, wrong ; and

Had never passed away ; relate, one "Is it he ?' quoth one, Is this the man?

I could not draw my eyes from theirs, er, that

| Nor turn them up to pray. By him who died on cross, long and With his cruel bow he laid full low And now this spell was snapt; once more The curse ent The harmless albatross !

I viewed the ocean green,

expiated. hath been

And looked far forth, yet little saw accorded to the polar" The spirit who bideth by himself

Of what had else been seen, —
spirit, who

In the land of mist and snow,
He loved the bird that loved the man Like one that on a lonesome road
Who shot him with his bow.' | Doth walk in fear and dread,

faster than
life could

eth ven. geance.

natural motion is re

mariner awakes, and his penance begins anew,

low-demons, the invisible

two of them

to the oth


heavy for



And the ancient mariner beholdeth his native country.


And, having once turned round, walks | They stood as signals to the land,

Each one a lovely light;
And turns no more his head ;
Because he knows a frightful fiend This seraph band each waved his hand;
Doth close behind him tread.

No voice did they impart,

No voice ; but O, the silence sank
But soon there breathed a wind on me, Like music on my heart!
Nor sound nor motion made ;
Its path was not upon the sea,

But soon I heard the dash of oars,
In ripple or in shade.

I heard the pilot's cheer;

My head was turned perforce away,
It raised my hair, it fanned my cheek, And I saw a boat appear.
Like a meadow-gale of spring,
It mingled strangely with my fears,

The pilot and the pilot's boy,
Yet it felt like a welcoming.

I heard them coming fast;

Dear Lord in heaven ! it was a joy
Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship,

The dead men could not blast.
Yet she sailed softly too ;
Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze, –

I saw a third, — I heard his voice;
On me alone it blew.

It is the hermit good !

He singeth loud his godly hymns
O dream of joy ! is this indeed

That he makes in the wood;
The lighthouse top I see?

He'll shrieve my soul, — he'll wash
Is this the hill ? is this the kirk?

Is this mine own countree ?

The albatross's blood.
We drifted o'er the harbor-bar,
And I with sobs did pray,
0, let me be awake, my God!

This hermit good lives in that wood
Or let me sleep alway.

Which slopes down to the sea.
The harbor-bay was clear as glass,

How loudly his sweet voice he rears!

He loves to talk with marineres
So smoothly it was strewn !

That come from a far countree.
And on the bay the moonlight lay,
And the shadow of the moon.

He kneels at morn and noon and
The rock shone bright, the kirk no less,

That stands above the rock ;

He hath a cushion plump ;
The moonlight steeped in silentness

It is the moss that wholly hides

The rotted old oak-stump.
The steady weathercock,

And the bay was white with silent light, The skiff-boat neared, — I heard them
The angel- Till, rising from the same,
Full many shapes, that shadows were,

"Why, this is strange, I trow!
In crimson colors came.

Where are those lights, so manyand fair,

That signal made but now ?'
A little distance from the prow
Those crimson shadows were ;
'Strange, by my faith !' the hermit Approach

eth the ship

said, light. I turned my eyes upon the deck, O Christ! what saw I there!

And they answered not our cheer !

The planks looked warped ! and see
Each corse lay flat, lifeless and flat;

those sails,
And, by the holy rood !

How thin they are and sear!
A man all light, a seraph man,

I never saw aught like to them,
On every corse there stood.

Unless perchance it were
This seraph band, each waved his Brown skeletons of leaves that lag

My forest-brook along,
It was a heavenly sight!

When the ivy-tod is heavy with snow,

The hermit of the wood

talk :

ic spirits leave the dead bodies,

And ap

pear in

their own fornis of

with wOR der.

And the owlet whoops to the wolf below,
That eats the she-wolf's young.'

Which forced me to begin my tale, -
And then it left me free.

Dear Lord ! it hath a fiendish look,'

Since then, at an uncertain hour,
The pilot made reply, –

That agony returns ;
'I am a-feared.' — “Push on, push on !' And till my ghastly tale is told,
Said the hermit cheerily.

This heart within me burns.

And ever and anon, throughout his future life, an ag ny con straineth him to Zravel from land to


The an. cient mari

The boat came closer to the ship,

I pass, like night, from land to land ; land,
But I nor spake nor stirred ;

I have strange power of speech ;
The boat came close beneath the ship, That moment that his face I see
And straight a sound was heard : I know the man that must hear me,

To him my tale I teach.
The ship Under the water it rumbled on,
sinketh. Still louder and more dread ;

What loud uproar bursts from that door!
It reached the ship, it split the bay ;

The wedding-guests are there ;
The ship went down like lead.

But in the garden bower the bride

And bridemaids singing are ;
Stunned by that loud and dreadfulsound,

And hark the little vesper bell, ner is saved Which sky and ocean smote,

Which biddeth me to prayer ! pilot's boat. Like one that hath been seven days

My body lay afloat ;

O wedding-guest ! this soul hath been

Alone on a wide, wide sea,
But, swift as dreams, myself I found
Within the pilot's boat.

So lonely 't was, that God himself

Scarce seemed there to be.
Upon the whirl where sank the ship
The boat spun round and round; O, sweeter than the marriage-feast,
And all was still, save that the hill 'T is sweeter far to me
Was telling of the sound.

To walk together to the kirk

With a goodly company !
I moved my lips, – the pilot shrieked,
And fell down in a fit;

To walk together to the kirk,
The holy hermit raised his eyes, And all together pray,
And prayed where he did sit.

While each to his great Father bends, –

Old men, and bales, and loving friends,
I took the oars ; the pilot's boy,

And youths and maidens gay !
Who now doth crazy go,
Laughed loud and long ; and all the Farewell ! farewell ! but this I tell

To thee, thou wedding-guest !
His eyes went to and fro:
* Ha! ha!' quoth he, ‘full plain I see, Both man and bird and beast.

He prayeth well who loveth well
The Devil knows how to row.'
And now, all in my own countree,

He prayeth best who loveth best
I stood on the firm land !

All things both great and small;
The hermit stepped forth from the boat, For the dear God who loveth us,
And scarcely he could stand.

He made and loveth all."

And to teach, by his own example love and reverence of all things that God made and loveth.

The an.

cient mari. ner carnest ly entreat

mit to

and the

"O, shrieve me, shrieve me, holy | The mariner, whose eye is bright,

Whose beard with age is hoar, eth the her. The hermit crossed his brow :

Is gone. And now the wedding-guest shrieve him; 'Say quick,' quoth he, I bid thee Turned from the bridegroom's door. penance of

say, life falls on What manner of man art thou ?' He went like one that hath been stunned,

And is of sense forlorn ;
Forthwith this frame of mine was A sadder and a wiser man

He rose the morrow morn.
With a woful agony,



This I whispered, and an echo murmured back

the word “Lenore !" ONCE upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, Merely this, and nothing more.

weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of for- Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within gotten lore,

me burning, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there Soon again I heard a tapping, something louder came a tapping,

than before. As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my “Surely,” said I, “ surely that is something at chamber door.

my window-lattice ; “'Tis some visitor," I muttered, “ tapping at Let me see then what there at is, and this my chamber door;

mystery explore, Only this, and nothing more.

Let my heart be still a moment, and this mystery

explore; Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak 'T is the wind, and nothing more."

December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost Open then I flung the shutter, when, with many upon the floor.

a flirt and flutter, Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly sought to borrow

days of yore. From my books surcease of sorrow,

sorrow for Not the least obeisance made he; not an instant the lost Lenore, —

stopped or stayed he ; For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above named Lenore,

my chamber door,Nameless here forevermore.

Perched upon a bust of Pallas, just above my

chamber door, And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

purple curtain Thrilled me,

filled me with fantastic terrors Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into never felt before ;

smiling, So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I By the grave and stern decorum of the countestood repeating,

nance it wore, 'T is some visitor entreating entrance at my “Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," chamber door,

I said, “art sure no craven; Some late visitor entreating entrance at my Ghastly, grim, and ancient raven, wandering chamber door ;

from the nightly shore, That it is, and nothing more."

Tell me what thy lordly name is on the night's

Plutonian shore ?"
Presently my soul grew stronger ; hesitating then Quoth the raven, “Nevermore !”

ao longer, “Sir,” said I, " or madam, truly your forgive. Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to here ness I implore;

discourse so plainly, But the fact is, I was napping, and so gently you Though its answer little meaning, little relecame rapping,

vancy bore; And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my For we cannot help agreeing that no living human chamber door,

being That I scarce was sure I heard you " Here I Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his opened wide the door ;

chamber door, Darkness there, and nothing more.

Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his

chamber door, Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood With such name as "Nevermore !"

there, wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, to dream before ;

spoke only But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness That one word, as if his soul in that one word gave no token,

he did outpour. And the only word there spoken was the whis. Nothing further then he uttered, — not a feather pered word “Lenore 1"

then he fluttered,

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