Approacheth ship with wonder. dreadful sound, Which sky and ocean smote, Like one that hath been seven days drowned, My body lay afloat; "Why, this is strange, I But swift as dreams, my trow! Where are those lights so 525 many and fair, That signal made but now?" the "Strange, by my faith!' the Hermit said And ever and anon throughout his future life an agony constraineth him to travel from land to land, That agony returns; Old men, and babes, and And youths and maidens "Farewell, farewell! but And to teach, by bis own example, 610 love and reverence And till my ghastly tale is To thee, thou Wedding- to all things that told, "O Wedding-Guest! this Guest! God made and loveth. FROST AT MIDNIGHT The frost performs its secret ministry, Scarce seemed there to be. Unhelped by any wind. The owlet's cry Came loud-and hark, again! loud as be "O sweeter than the mar Which image in their bulk both lakes and shores And mountain crags: so shalt thou see and hear The lovely shapes and sounds intelligible Of that eternal language, which thy God 61 Utters, who from eternity doth teach Himself in all, and all things in himself. Great universal Teacher! he shall mould Thy spirit, and by giving make it ask. 65 Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee, Whether the summer clothe the general earth With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch |