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““ If he may know which way to go ;
For she guides him smooth or grim.
See, brother, see! how graciously
She looketh down on him."

First Voice
But why drives on that ship so fast,
Without or wave or wind ?'

Second Voice
The air is cut away before,
And closes from behind.
Fly, brother, fly! more high, more high !
Or we shall be belated :
For slow and slow that ship will go,
When the Mariner's trance is abated.”

'I woke, and we were sailing on As in a gentle weather : 'Twas night, calm night, the Moon was high ; The dead men stood together.

All stood together on the deck,
For a charnel-dungeon fitter :
All fix'd on me their stony eyes,
That in the Moon did glitter.

The pang,

the curse with which they died, Had never pass'd away : I could not draw my eyes from theirs, Nor turn them up to pray.

* And now this spell was snapt once more :
I view'd the ocean green,
And look'd far forth, yet little saw
Of what had else been seen

* Like one that on a lonesome road
Doth walk in fear and dread,
And having once turn'd round, walks on,
And turns no more his head ;
Because he knows a frightful fiend
Doth close behind him tread.

But soon there breathed a wind on me,
Nor sound nor motion made :
Its path was not upon


sea, In ripple or in shade.

'It raised

hair, it fann'd


Like a meadow-gale of spring-
It mingled strangely with my fears,
Yet it felt like a welcoming.


Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship,
Yet she sail'd softly too :
Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze-
On me alone it blew.

‘Oh! dream of joy ! is this indeed
The light-house top I see ?
Is this the hill ? is this the kirk ?
Is this mine own countree ?

"We drifted o'er the harbour-bar,
And I with sobs did pray-
O let me be awake, my God!
Or let me sleep alway.

'The harbour-bay was clear as glass,
So smoothly it was strewn !
And on the bay the moonlight lay,
And the shadow of the Moon.

* The rock shone bright, the kirk no less,
That stands above the rock :
The moonlight steep'd in silentness
The steady weathercock.

* And the bay was white with silent light,
Till, rising from the same,
Full many shapes, that shadows were,
In crimson colours came.

'A little distance from the prow
Those crimson shadows were:
I turn'd my eyes upon

the deckO Christ! what saw I there !

* Each corse lay flat, lifeless and flat,
And, by the holy rood !
A man all light, a seraph-man,
On every corse there stood.

*This seraph-band, each waved his hand :
It was a heavenly sight!
They stood as signals to the land,
Each one a lovely light :

* This seraph-band, each waved his hand,
No voice did they impart-
No voice ; but oh! the silence sank
Like music on my


‘But soon I heard the dash of oars,
I heard the Pilot's cheer ;
My head was turn'd perforce away,
And I saw a boat appear.

* The Pilot and the Pilot's boy,
I heard them coming fast :
Dear Lord in Heaven ! it was a joy
The dead men could not blast.

'I saw a third-I heard his voice :
It is the Hermit good!
He singeth loud his godly hymns
That he makes in the wood.
He 'll shrieve my soul, he 'll wash away
The Albatross's blood.

Part VII
* This Hermit good lives in that wood
Which slopes down to the sea.
How loudly his sweet voice he rears !
He loves to talk with marineres
That come from a far countree.

• He kneels at morn, and noon, and eve-
He hath a cushion plump :
It is the moss that wholly hides
The rotted old oak-stump.

* The skiff-boat near’d: I heard them talk, “Why, this is strange, I trow ! Where are those lights so many and fair, That signal made but now ?”

Strange, by my faith,” the Hermit saidAnd they answer'd not our cheer ! The planks look warp'd! and see those sails, How thin they are and sere ! I never saw aught like to them, Unless perchance it were blast] destroy.

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Brown skeletons of leaves that lag
My forest-brook along ;
When the ivy-tod is heavy with snow,
And the owlet whoops to the wolf below,
That eats the she-wolf's young.”

“ Dear Lord ! it hath a fiendish look' (The Pilot made reply) “ I am a-fear’d.”—“Push on, push on!” Said the Hermit cheerily.

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• The boat came closer to the ship,
But I nor spake nor stirr'd ;
The boat came close beneath the ship,
And straight a sound was heard :-

• Under the water it rumbled on,
Still louder and more dread :
It reach'd the ship, it split the bay ;
The ship went down like lead.

Stunn’d by that loud and dreadful sound,
Which sky and ocean smote,
Like one that hath been seven days drown'd
My body lay afloat;
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 moved my lips—the Pilot shriek’d
And fell down in a fit :
The holy Hermit raised his eyes,
And pray'd where he did sit.

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