THE RIME OF THE ANCYENT MARINERE-6

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    VI.

    FIRST VOICE.

    "But tell me, tell me! speak again,

    "Thy soft response renewing--

    "What makes that ship drive on so fast?

    "What is the O doing?"

    SED VOICE.

    "Still as a Slave before his Lord,

    "The O hath no blast:

    "His great bright eye most silently

    "Up to the moon is cast--

    "If he may know which way to go,

    "For she guides him smooth rim.

    "See, brother, see! how graciously

    "She looketh down on him."

    FIRST VOICE.

    "But why drives on that ship so fast

    "Withouten wave or wind?"

    SED VOICE.

    "The air is cut away before,

    "And closes from behind.

    "Fly, brother, ?y! more high, more high,

    "Or we shall be belated:

    "For slow and slow that ship will go,

    "When the Marirance 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 el-dungeon ?tter:

    All ?xd oheir stony eyes

    That in the moon did glitter.

    The pang, the curse, with which they died,

    Had never passd away:

    I could not draw my een from theirs

    urn them up to pray.

    And in its time the spell was snapt,

    And I could move my een:

    I lookd far-forth, but little saw

    Of what might else be seen.

    Like ohat on a lonely road

    Doth walk in fear and dread,

    And having ournd round, walks on

    And turns no more his head:

    Because he knows, a frightful ?end

    Doth close behind him tread.

    But soon there breathd a wind on me,

    Ne souion made:

    Its path was not upon the sea

    In ripple or in shade.

    It raisd my hair, it fannd my cheek,

    Like a meadow-gale of spring--

    It mirangely with my fears,

    Yet it felt like a weling.

    Swiftly, swiftly ?ew the ship,

    Yet she saild softly too:

    Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze--

    On me alo blew.

    O drea<big></big>m of joy! is this indeed

    The light-house top I see?

    Is this the Hill? Is this the Kirk?

    Is this mine own tree?

    We drifted oer the Harbour-bar,

    And I with sobs did pray--

    &quot;O let me be awake, my God!

    &quot;Or let me sleep alway!&quot;

    The harbour-bay was clear as glass,

    So smoothly it was strewn!

    And on the bay the moon light lay,

    And the shadow of the moon.

    The moonlight bay was white all oer,

    Till rising from the same,

    Full many shapes, that shadows were,

    Like as of torches came.

    A little distance from the prow

    Those dark-red shadows were;

    But soon I saw that my own ?esh

    Was red as in a glare.

    I turnd my head in fear and dread,

    And by the holy rood,

    The bodies had advancd, and now

    Before the mast they stood.

    They lifted up their stiff right arms,

    They held them strait and tight;

    And each right-arm burnt like a torch,

    A torch thats borne upright.

    Their stony eye-balls glitterd on

    In the red and smoky light.

    I prayd and turnd my head away

    Forth looking as before.

    There was no breeze upon the bay,

    No wave against the shore.

    The rock shone bright, the kirk no less

    That stands above the rock:

    The moonlight steepd 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 turnd my eyes upon the deck--

    O Christ! what saw I there?

    Each corse lay ?at, lifeless and ?at;

    And by the Holy rood

    A man all light, a seraph-man,

    On every corse there stood.

    This seraph-band, each wavd his hand:

    It was a heavenly sigh<var></var>t:

    They stood as signals to the land,

    Eae a lovely light:

    This seraph-band, each wavd his hand,

    No voice did they ></a>impart--

    No voice; but O! the silence sank,

    Like musiy heart.

    Eftsones I heard the dash of oars,

    I heard the pilots cheer:

    My head was turnd perforce away

    And I saw a boat appear.

    Then vanishd all the lovely lights;

    The bodies rose anew:

    With silent pace, each to his place,

    Came back the ghastly crew.

    The wind, that shade nor motion made,

    On me alo blew.

    The pilot, and the pilots boy

    I heard them ing 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 sih loud his godly hymns

    That he makes in the wood.

    Hell shrieve my soul, hell wash away

    The Albatrosss blood.

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