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And now the storm-blast came, and he "And the good south-wind still blew Was tyrannus and strong;
behind, He struck with his o'ertaking wings, But no sweet bird did follow; And chased us south along.
Nor any day for food or play
Came to the mariner's hollo !
And it would work 'em woe;
For all ayerred I had killed the bird
" Ah, wretch," said they, “the bird to
slay “And now there came both mist and snow, That made the breeze to blow ! " And it grew wondrous cold; And ice mast-high came floating by Nor dim nor red, like God's own head, As green as emerald.
The glorious sun uprist;
Then all averred I had killed the bird • And through the drifts the snowy cliffs That brought the fog and mist. Did send a dismal sheen;
“ 'Twas right," said they, 'such birds to Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken- slay The ice was all between.
That bring the fog and mist.” • The ice was here, the ice was there, The fair breeze blew, the white foam The ice was all around;
flew, It cracked and growled, and roared and The furrow followed free; howled,
We were the first that ever burst Like noises in a swound !
Into that silent sea.
• At length did cross an albatross, Down dropt the breeze, the sails dropt Through the fog it came;
'Twas sad as sad could be ; (down, As if it had been a Christian soul,
And we did speak only to break We hailed it in God's name.
The silence of the sea ! It ate the food it ne'er had eat,
• All in a hot and copper sky, And round and round it flew ;
The bloody sun at noon The ice did split with a thunder-fit; Right up above the mast did stand, The helmsman steered us through No bigger than the moon. * And a good south wind sprung up be- 'Day after day, day after day, hind,
We stuck, nor breath nor motion ; The albatross did follow,
As idle as a painted ship And every day for food or play,
Upon a painted ocean. Came to the mariner's hollo !
Water, water everywhere, • In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud, And all the boards did shrink; It perched for vespers nine;.
Water, water everywhere, While all the night, through fog-smoke Nor any drop to drink.
white, Glimmered the white moonshine.'
"The very deep did rot; O Christ !
That ever this should be ! "God save thee, ancient mariner,
Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs From the fiends that plague thee thus ! Upon the slimy sea. Why look'st thou so ?? With my crossbow
About, about, in reel and rout I shot the albatross.
The death-fires danced at night;
The water, like a witch's oils,
Burnt green, and blue, and white.
And some in dreams assured were Still hid in mist, and on the left
Of the spirit that plagued us so;
Nine fathoms deep he had followed up
* Alas, thought I, and my heart beat loud,
every tongue, through utter
· Are those her ribs through which the sun
Her lips were red, her looks were free, “There passed a weary time. Each throat Her locks were yellow as gold; Was parched, and glazed each eye.
Her skin was as white as leprosy, A weary time! a weary time!
The nightmare Life-in-death was she, How glazed each weary eye!
Who thicks man's blood with cold.
The naked hulk alongside came,
And the twain were casting dice; At first it seemed a little speck,
“The game is done! I've won, I've And then it seemed a mist;
won !" It moved and moved, and took at last
Quoth she, and whistles thrice.
The sun's rim dips, the stars rush out, And still it neared and neared :
At one stride comes the dark ; As if it dodged a water-sprite,
With far-heard whisper, o'er the sea It plunged, and tacked, and veered.
Off shot the spectre-bark. With throats unslaked, with black lips Fear at my heart, as at a cup,
We listened and looked sideways up; baked, We could nor laugh nor wail;
My life-blood seemed to sip. Through utter drought all dumb we stood; The steersman's face by his lamp gleained
The stars were dim, and thick the night, I bit my arm, I sucked the blood,
white; And cried : “ A sail! a sail !"
From the sails the dew did drip· With throats unslaked, with black lips The horned moon, with one bright star
Till clomb above the eastern bar
Within the nether tip.
One after one, by the star-dogged moon, And all at once their breath drew in,
Too quick for groan or sigh, As they were drinking all.
Each turned his face with
a ghastly pang,
And cursed me with his eye. 6" See ! see !” I cried, “she tacks no more,
"Four times fifty living menHither to work us weal;
And I heard nor sigh nor groan-
With heavy thump, a lifeless lump,
They dropped down one by one. "The western wave was all a-flame,
• The souls did from their bodies flyThe day was well-nigh done,
They fled to bliss or woe!
And every soul it passed me by
Like the whizz of my cross-bow.'
I fear thee, ancient mariner, Heaven's mother send us grace!
I fear thy skinny hand ! As if through a dungeon grate he peered
And thou art long, and lank, and brown,
As is the ribbed sea-sand. With broad and burning face.
“I fear thee and thy glittering eye, Within the shadow of the ship And thy skinny hand so brown.'
I watched their ricb attire: 'Fear not, fear not, thou wedding guest, Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, This body dropped not down.
They coiled and-swam; and every track
Was a flash of golden fire.-
'O happy living things! no tongue
Their beauty might declare: My soul in agony.
A spring of love gushed from my heart,
And I blessed them unaware: "The many men so beautiful!
Sure my kind saint took pity on me, And they all dead did lie:
And I blessed them unaware.
"The self-same moment I could pray; • I looked upon the rotting sea,
And from my neck so free And drew my eyes away ;
The albatross fell off, and sank I looked upon the rotting deck,
Like lead into the sea.
Beloved from pole to pole!
To Mary Queen the praise be given ! 'I closed my lids, and kept them close, She sent the gentle sleep from heaven, And the balls like pulses beat;
That slid into my soul. For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky,
The silly buckets on the deck, Lay like a load on my weary eye,
That had so long remained, And the dead were at my feet.
I dreamt that they were filled with dew;
And when I awoke it rained. *The cold sweat melted from their limbs, Nor rot nor reek did they ;
My lips were wet, my throat was cold, The look with which they looked on me My garments all were dank; Had never passed away.
Sure I had drunken in my dreams,
And still my body drank.
'I moved, and could not feel my limbs: But oh! more horrible than that
I was so light-almost Is a curse in a dead man's eye!
I thought that I had died in sleep, Seven days, seven nights, I saw that And was a blessed ghost.
curse, And yet I could not die.
And soon I heard a roaring wind :
It did not come anear; . The moving moon went up the sky, But with its sound it shook the sails. And nowhere did abide;
That were so thin and sere.
The upper air burst into life!
And a hundred fire-flags sheen;
And to and fro, and in and out.
"And the coming wind did roar more
loud, Beyond the shadow of the ship
And the sails did sigh like sedge; I watched the water-snakes ;
And the rain poured down from ono They moved in tracks of shining white,
black cloud; And when they reared, the elfish light The moon was at its edge. . Fell off in hoáry flakes.
“The thick black cloud was cleft, and still In the leafy month of June,
That to the sleeping woods all night
[The ship is driven onward, but at length
the curse is finally expiated. A wind The loud wind never reached the ship, springs up; Yet now the ship moved on ! Beneath the lightning and the moon It raised my hair, it fanned my cheek The dead men gave a groan.
Like a meadow-gale of spring
It mingled strangely with my fears, "They groaned, they stirred, they all up- Yet it felt like a welcoming.
rose, Nor spake, nor moved their eyes ;
The mariner sees his native country. The It had been strange, even in a dream, angelic spirits leave the dead bodies, and To have seen those dead men rise. appear in their own forms of light, each
waving his hand to the shore. A boat * The helmsman steered, the ship moved with a pilot and hermit on board apon,
proaches the ship, which suddenly sinks. Yet never a breeze up blew;
The mariner is rescued; he entreats the The mariners all 'gan work the ropes hermit to shrive him, and the penance of Where they were wont to do ;
life falls on him.]
Forthwith this frame of mine. was
(wrenched •The body of my brother's son
Which forced me to begin my tale ;
And then it left me free.
"Since then, at an uncertain hour
That agony returns; • I fear thee, ancient mariner !!
And till my ghastly tale is told, • Be calm, thou wedding guest !
This heart within me burns. 'Twas not those souls that fled in pain, Which to their corses came again, "I pass, like night, from land to land; But a troop of spirits blest;
I have strange power of speech;
That moment that his face I see, •For when it dawned, they dropped their I know the man that must hear me : arms,
To him my tale I teach. And clustered round the mast; Sweet sounds rose slowly through their "What loud uproar bursts from that mouths
door! And from their bodies passed.
The wedding-guests are there :
But in the garden-bower the bride • Around, around flew each sweet sound, And bridesmaids singing are : Then darted to the sun;
And hark! the little vesper-bell Slowly the sounds came back again, Which biddeth me to prayer. Now mixed, now one by one.
O wedding-guest ! this soul hath been • Sometimes, 2-dropping from the sky, Alone on a wide, wide sea : I heard the skylark sing;
So lonely 'twas that God himself
Scarce seemed there to be.
O sweeter than the marriage-feast,
"Tls sweeter far to me,
With a goodly company !
• To walk together to the kirk,
And all together pray. • It ceased; yet still the sails made on While each to his great Father bends, pleasant noise till noon,
Old men, and babes loving friends, A noise like of a hidden brook
And youths and maidens gay!
Farewell, farewell ! but this I tell The mariner whose eye is bright,
Whose beard with age is hoar,
Is gone; and now the wedding-guest Both man and bird and beast.
Turned from the bridegroom's door. He prayeth best who loveth best
He went like one that hath been stunned, All things both great and small;
And is of sense forlorn : For the dear God who loveth us,
A sadder and a wiser man
He rose the morrow morn.
With inward stillness, and submitted mind:
When lo! its folds far waving on the wind,
Starting from my silent sadness,
Then with no unholy madness,
Hither, from the recent tomb,
Love illumines manhood's maze;
Hither, in perplexed dance,
Raises its fateful strings from sleep,
And each domestic hearth,
And with a loud and yet a louder voice,
Weep and rejoice!
And now advance in saintly jubilee
They, too, obey thy name, divinest Liberty !
I heard the mailed monarch's troublous cry-
Fly, mailed monarch, fly!
No more on Murder's lurid face
Manes of the unnumbered slain !
Ye that gasped on Warsaw's plain :