The Rime of the Ancient Mariner.

IN SEVEN PARTS.

By S. T. Coleridge.

IT is an ancient Mariner,

And he stoppeth one of three.

"By thy long grey beard and glittering eye, "Now wherefore stopp'st thou me ?

"The Bridegroom's doors are open'd wide, "And I am next of kin ;

"The guests are met, the feast is set : "May'st hear the merry din."

He holds him with his skinny hand, "There was a ship," quoth he.

"Hold off! unhand me, grey-beard loon !" Eftsoons his hand dropt he.

He holds him with his glittering eye

The wedding-guest stood still,

And listens like a three years child:

The Sun came up upon the left,

Out of the sea came he;

And he shone bright, and on the right
Went down into the sea.

Higher and higher every day,

Till over the mast at noon

The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast,
For he heard the loud bassoon.

The bride hath paced into the hall,

Red as a rose is she;

Nodding their heads before her goes
The merry minstrelsy.

The ship drawn by a storm toward the south pole.

The land of ice, and of fearful sounds, where no living thing was to be seen.

Til' a great sea-bird called the Albatross came through the snow-fog, and was received with great joy and hospitality.

And lo! the Albatross proveth a bird of good omen, and followeth the ship as it returned northward, thro' fog and floating ice.

The ancient Mariner inhospitably killeth the pious bird of good omen.

The Wedding-Guest he beat his breast,
Yet he can not chuse but hear;
And thus spake on that ancient man,
The bright-eyed Mariner.

And now the STORM-BLAST came, and he
Was tyrannous and strong :

He struck with his o'ertaking wings,
And chased us south along.

With sloping masts and dipping prow,
As who pursued with yell and blow,
Still treads the shadow of his foe
And forward bends his head,

The ship drove fast, loud roar'd the blast,
And southward aye we fled.

And now there came both' mist and snow,

And it grew wonderous cold:

And ice, mast-high, came floating by,
As green as emerald.

And through the drifts the snowy clift
Did send a dismal sheen:

Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken-
The ice was all between.

The ice was here, the ice was there,
The ice was all around:

It cracked and growled, and roar'd and howl'd,
Like noises in a swound!

At length did cross an Albatross :
Thorough the fog it came;
As if it had been a Christian soul,
We hailed it in God's name.

It ate the food it ne'er had eat,
And round and round it flew.

The ice did split with a thunder-fit;
The helmsman steer'd us through!

And a good south wind sprung up behind;
The Albatross did follow,

And every day, for food or play,

Came to the Mariner's hollo!

In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud,

It perch'd for vespers nine;

Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke white,
Glimmered the white Moon-shine.

"God save thee, ancient Mariner!
From the fiends, that plague thee thus !
Why look'st thou so ?"-With my cross bow
I shot the ALBATROSS!

The Rime of the Ancient Mariner.

PART THE SECOND.

THE Sun now rose upon the right:

Out of the sea came he,

Still hid in mist, and on the left

Went down into the sea.

And the good south wind still blew behind,
But no sweet bird did follow,

Nor any day for food or play
Came to the mariners' bollo !

And I had done an hellish thing,
And it would work 'em woe:
For all averred, I had killed the bird
That made the breeze to blow !

Ah wretch! said they, the bird to slay,
That made the breeze to blow !

Nor dim nor red, like God's own head
The glorious Sun uprist:

Then all averred, I had killed the bird
That brought the fog and mist.

'Twas right, said they, such birds to slay,
That bring the fog and mist.

The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew,
The furrow stream'd off free:

We were the first that ever burst
Into the silent sea.

Down dropt the breeze, the sails dropt down,
'Twas sad as sad could be ;

And we did speak only to break

His ship-mates cry out against the ancient Mariner, for killing the bird of good luck.

But when the fog cleared off, they justify the sanie, and thus make themselves accomplices in the crime.

The fair breeze continues; the ship enters the Pacific Ocean, and sails northward, even till it reaches the Line.

The ship hath been suddenly becalmed.

The silence of the sea!

About, about, in reel and rout
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
Of the spirit that plagued us so :
Nine fathom deep he had followed us
From the land of mist and snow.

And every tongue, through utter drought,
Was wither'd at the root,

We could not speak, no more than if
We had been choak'd with soot.

Ah! well a-day! what evil looks
Had I from old and young!

Instead of the cross, the Albatross
About my neck was hung.

The Rime of the Ancient Mariner.

PART THE THIRD.

THERE passed a weary time. Each throat
Was parched, and glazed each eye.
A weary time! a weary time!
How glazed each weary eye!
When looking westward, I beheld
A something in the sky.

At first it seem'd a little speck,

And then it seem'd a mist:

It moved and moved, and took at last
A certain shape, I wist.

A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist!
And still it near'd and near'd:
And as if it dodged a water-sprite,
It plunged and tack'd and veer'd.

With throat unslack'd, with black lips baked,
We could not laugh nor wail;

Through utter drought all dumb we stood!
I bit my arm, I sucked the blood,

And cried, A sail! a sail !

With throat unslacked, with black lips baked,

Agape they heard me call:

Gramercy! they for joy did grin,

And all at once their breath drew in,

As they were drinking all.

See! See! (I cried) she tacks no more!
Hither to work us weal;

Without a breeze, without a tide;
She steddies with upright keel !

The western wave was all a-flame.
The day was well nigh done!
Almost upon the western wave
Rested the broad bright Sun;

When that strange shape drove suddenly
Betwixt us and the Sun.

And straight the Sun was flecked with bars,
(Heaven's Mother send us grace !)

As if through a dungeon-grate he peer'd
With broad and burning face.

Alas! (thought I, and my heart beat loud)
How fast she nears and nears!

Are those her sails that glance in the Sun,
Like restless gossameres !

Are those her ribs through which the Sun
Did peer, as through a grate?
And is that Woman all her crew?

Is that a DEATH? and are there two?
IS DEATH that Woman's mate ?

Her lips were red, her looks were free,
Her locks were yellow as gold:
Her skin was as white as leprosy,

The Night-Mair LIFE-IN-DEATH was she,
Who thicks man's blood with cold.

The naked hulk alongside came,

And the twain were casting dice:

"The game is done! I've won! I've won!" Quoth she, and whistles thrice.

A gust of wind sterte up behind

And whistled through his bones;

And horror follows For can it be a ship that comes onward without wind or tide?

It seemeth him but the skeleton of a ship.

And its ribs are seen as bars on the face of the setting Sun.

The spectre woman and her Deathmate, and no other on board the skeleton-ship.

Like vessel, like crew!

DEATH and LIFEIN-DEATH, have diced for the ship's crew and she (the latter) winneth the ancient Mariner.

Through the holes of his eyes and the hole of his mouth,
Half whistles and half groans.

The Sun's rim dips; the stars rush out :

My life-blood seem'd to sip!

The stars were dim, and thick the night,

The steersman's face by his lamp gleamed white,

From the sails the dews did drip

Till clombe above the eastern bar

The horned Moon, with one bright star
Within the nether tip.

At the rising of

the moon,