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The bodies of the ship's crew are inspired, and the ship movee on;
To and fro they were hurried by dæmons of 'T was not those souls that fled
earth or midabout;
dle air, but by And to and fro, and in and out,
Which to their corses came again,
troop of an-
sent down by
tion of the
For wben it dawned – they guardian
saint more loud,
dropped their arms, 350 And the sails did sigh like
And clustered round the mast; sedge;
Sweet sounds rose slowly And the rain poured down from
through their mouths, one black cloud; 320
And from their bodies passed. The Moon was at its edge.
Around, around, flew each sweet The thick black cloud was cleft,
Then darted to the Sun;
Slowly the sounds came back
again, high crag,
Now mixed, now one by one. The lightning fell with never a jag,
Sometimes a-dropping from the A river steep and wide.
I heard the sky-lark sing;
Sometimes all little birds that ship,
360 Yet now the ship moved on!
How they seemed to fill the sea Beneath the lightning and the
and air Moon
With their sweet jargoning! The dead men gave a groan. 330
And now 't was like all instruThey groaned, they stirred, they
Now like a lonely flute;
And now it is an angel's song,
That makes the Heavens be dream,
It ceased : yet still the sails
made on The helmsman steered, the ship
A pleasant noise till noon, moved on;
A noise like of a hidden brook Yet never a breeze up blew;
In the leafy month of June, 370 The mariners all 'gan work the
That to the sleeping woods all ropes,
Singeth a quiet tune.
Till noon we quietly sailed on,
Yet never a breeze did breathe:
Slowly and smoothly went the The body of my brother's son
ship, Stood by me, knee to knee:
Moved onward from beneath. The body and I pulled at one rope,
The lone Under the keel nine fathom
some Spirit But he said nought to me.”
south pole... From the land of mist and snow, But not by “I fear thee, ancient Mariner!” ship as far as The spirit slid: and it was he
the Line, in the men, nor “Be calm, thou Wedding-Guest! | obedience to That made the ship to go. 380
carries on the
SECOND VOICE "Still as a slave before his lord, The ocean hath no blast; His great bright eye most si
lently Up to the Moon is cast
Then like a pawing horse let go, She made a sudden bound: 390 It flung the blood into my
head, And I fell down in a swound.
If he may know which way to go;
hath been cast into a trance: for the angelic power causeth the vessel to drive northward faster than human life could endure.
natural motion is re
The spirit who bideth by him
self In the land of mist and snow, He loved the bird that loved the
Who shot him with his bow.'
The other was a softer voice,
The super. I woke, and we were sailing on
As in a gentle weather : 431 tarded; the 'T was night, calm night, the awaken, and
Moon was high,
All stood together on the deck,
theirs, Nor turn them up to pray. And now this spell was snapt :
The curse is finally expiated.
FIRST VOICE • But tell me, tell me! speak again,
410 Thy soft response renewing What makes that ship drive on
so fast ? What is the ocean doing?'
Under the water it rumbled on,
bay; The ship went down like lead.
constraineth him to travel
anon through. Since then, at an uncertain hour, life an agony That agony returns:
And till my ghastly tale is told, from land to This beart within me burns.
I pass, like night, from land to
He went like one that hath been land;
And is of sense forlorn:
A sadder and a wiser man,
He rose the morrow morn.
Whatever stirs this mortal frame,
Oft in my waking dreams do I
When midway on the mount I lay,
Beside the ruined tower.
Had blended with the lights of eve; 10
My own dear Genevieve!
She stood and listened to my lay,
My bopel my joy ! my Genevieve !
The songs that make her grieve. 20 And youths and maidens gay!
I played a soft and doleful air, And to teach, Farewell, farewell! but this I | I sang an old and moving story example, love tell
610 An old rude song, that suited well and reverence To thee, thou Wedding-Guest! That ruin wild and hoary.
He prayeth well, who loveth well
With downcast eyes and modest grace; He prayeth best, who loveth For well she knew I could not choose best
But gaze upon her face.
30 He made and loveth all.”
Upon his shield a burning brand;
And that for ten long years he wooed
620 The deep, the low, the pleading tone
Interpreted my own.
by his own
to all things that God made and loveth.