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But, swift as dreams, myself I found
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 mov'd my lips : the Pilot shriek'd
And fell down in a fit.
And pray'd where he did sit.
1 took the oars : the Pilot's boy,
Who now doth crazy go, Laugh'd loud and long, and all the while
His eyes went to and fro, “ Ha! ha!" quoth hem" full plain I see,
“ The devil knows how to row.”
And now all in mine own Countrée
I stood on the firm land ! The Hermit stepp'd forth from the boat,
And scarcely he could stand.
** O shrieve me, shrieve me, holy Man !"
The Hermit crossd his brow
Forthwith this frame of mind was wrench'd
With a woeful agony,
And then it left me free.
Since then at an uncertain hour,
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 Bride-maids singing are : Aind 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 all together pray, While each to his great fatber 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.