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of the great calin.
Her beams bemocked the sultry main, And to and fro, and in and out,
The wan stars danced between.
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
The moon was at its side ;
Like waters shot from some high crag,
The lightning fell with never a jag,
The loud wind never reached the ship, The bodies
Yet now the ship moved on !
The dead men gave a groan.
They groaned, they stirred, they all
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.
The helmsman steered, the ship moved
crew are inspired, and the ship moves on
them in his heart.
Yet never a breeze upblew;
The mariners all 'gan work the ropes,
Where they were wont to do;
They raised their limbs like lifeless
We were a ghastly crew.
The silly buckets on the deck, The body of my brother's son
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."
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,
Which to their corses came again,
But a troop of spirits blest.
by the inve
arms, And was a blesséd ghost.
And clustered round the mast;
Sweet sounds rose slowly through their
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,
Then darted to the sun ;
catica of the guar dian saint.
sounds and seeth strange
and the élement.
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,
As soft as honey-dew :
| “But tell me, tell me ! speak again,
Thy soft response renewing, —
What makes that ship drive on so fast ?
What is the ocean doing?'
The ocean hath no blast;
| Up to the moon is cast, –
If he may know which way to go ;
For she guides him smooth or grim.
See, brother, see! how graciously
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!
Or we shall be belated ;
For slow and slow that ship will go,
When the mariner's trance is ábated.'
was high ;
The dead men stood together.
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, —
In the land of mist and snow,
eth ven. geance.
natural motion is re
mariner awakes, and his penance begins anew,
low-demons, the invisible
two of them
to the oth
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;
No voice did they impart,
No voice ; but O, the silence sank
But soon I heard the dash of oars,
I heard the pilot's cheer;
My head was turned perforce away,
The pilot and the pilot's boy,
I heard them coming fast;
Dear Lord in heaven ! it was a joy
The dead men could not blast.
I saw a third, — I heard his voice;
It is the hermit good !
He singeth loud his godly hymns
That he makes in the wood;
He'll shrieve my soul, — he'll wash
The albatross's blood.
This hermit good lives in that wood
Which slopes down to the sea.
How loudly his sweet voice he rears!
He loves to talk with marineres
That come from a far countree.
He kneels at morn and noon and
He hath a cushion plump ;
It is the moss that wholly hides
The rotted old oak-stump.
And the bay was white with silent light, The skiff-boat neared, — I heard them
"Why, this is strange, I trow!
Where are those lights, so manyand fair,
That signal made but now ?'
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
How thin they are and sear!
I never saw aught like to them,
Unless perchance it were
My forest-brook along,
When the ivy-tod is heavy with snow,
The hermit of the wood
ic spirits leave the dead bodies,
their own fornis of
with wOR der.
And the owlet whoops to the wolf below,
Which forced me to begin my tale, -
Dear Lord ! it hath a fiendish look,'
Since then, at an uncertain hour,
That agony returns ;
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,
I have strange power of speech ;
To him my tale I teach.
What loud uproar bursts from that door!
The wedding-guests are there ;
But in the garden bower the bride
And bridemaids singing are ;
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
O wedding-guest ! this soul hath been
Alone on a wide, wide sea,
So lonely 't was, that God himself
Scarce seemed there to be.
To walk together to the kirk
With a goodly company !
To walk together to the kirk,
While each to his great Father bends, –
Old men, and bales, and loving friends,
And youths and maidens gay !
To thee, thou wedding-guest !
He prayeth well who loveth well
He prayeth best who loveth best
All things both great and small;
He made and loveth all."
And to teach, by his own example love and reverence of all things that God made and loveth.
cient mari. ner carnest ly entreat
"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 ;
He rose the morrow morn.
SAMUEL TAYLOR COLRRIDGE
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 ?"
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,