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• Dear Lord ! it has a fiendish look
(The pilot made reply) I am a-feared.'-—' Push on, push on!
Said the hermit cheerily.
The boat came closer to the ship,
But I nor spake nor stirred :
And straight a sound was heard.
Under the water it rumbled on,
Still louder and more dread :
The ship went down like lead.
Stunned by that loud and dreadful sound,
Which sky and ocean smote,
My body lay afloat:
Within the pilot's boat.
Upon the whirl, where sank the ship,
The boat spun round and round, And all was still, save that the hill
Was telling of the sound.
I moved my lips : the pilot shrieked,
And fell down in a fit.
And prayed where he did sit.
I took the oars ; the pilot's boy,
Who now doth crazy go,
Laughed loud and long, and all the while
His eyes went to and fro, * Ha! ha! quoth he— full plain I see,
The devil knows how to row.'
And now all in my own countrée
I stood on the firm land!
And scarcely he could stand.
O shrieve me, shrieve me, holy man!'
The hermit crossed his brow. * Say quick,' quoth he, 'I bid thee say
What manner of man art thou ?'
Forth with this frame of mind was wrenched
With a woeful agony,
And then it left me free.
Since then, at an uncertain hour
That agony returns;
This heart within me burns.
I pass, like night, from land to 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 brid-maids singing are ; And hark the little vesper-bell
Which biddeth me to prayer.
O wedding-guest! this soul hath been
Alone on a wide wide sea :
Scarce seemed there to be.
O sweeter than the marriage-feast,
"Tis sweeter far to me To walk together to the Kirk With a goodly company :
To walk together to the Kirk
And altogether pray, While each to his great father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends,
And youths, and maidens gay.
Farewell, farewell! But this I tell
To thee, thou wedding-guest ! He prayeth well who loveth well
Both man and bird and beast.
He prayeth best who loveth best
All things both great and small : For the dear God, who loveth us,
He made and loveth all.”
The Mariner, whose eye is bright,
Whose beard with age is hoar,
Turned from the bridegroom's door.
He went, like one that hath been stunned
And is of sense forlorn:
He rose the morrow morn. Fontos 28-1849.
My husband's father told it me,
And whistled, as he were a bird himself: