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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,

a blessed

Which to their corses came again,

troop of an-
The wan stars danced between. gelic spirits, But a troop of spirits blest:

sent down by
the invoca-

tion of the
And the coming wind did roar

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,

and still

Then darted to the Sun;
The Moon was at its side:

Slowly the sounds came back
Like waters shot from some

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;
The loud wind never reached the

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

all uprose,

Now like a lonely flute;
Nor spake, nor moved their eyes;

And now it is an angel's song,
It had been strange, even in a

That makes the Heavens be dream,

To have seen those dead men

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,

Where they were wont to do;

Singeth a quiet tune.
They raised their limbs like life-
less tools

Till noon we quietly sailed on,
We were a ghastly crew. 340

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.”

from the


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

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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;
For she guides bim smooth or

See, brother, see! how gra-

She looketh down on him.'

FIRST voice
The Mariner "But why drives on that ship so.

Without or wave or wind ?'

• 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

When the Mariner's trance is


hath been cast into a trance: for the angelic power causeth the vessel to drive northward faster than human life could endure.

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The spirit who bideth by him

self In the land of mist and snow, He loved the bird that loved the

his penance


Who shot him with his bow.'

The other was a softer voice,
As soft as honey-dew:
Quoth he, .The man hath pen-

ance done,
And penance more will do.'

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,
begins anew. The dead men stood together.

All stood together on the deck,
For a charnel-dungeon fitter :
All fixed on me their stony eyes,
That in the Moon did glitter.
The pang, the curse, with which

they died,
Had never passed away :
I could not draw my eyes from

theirs, Nor turn them up to pray. And now this spell was snapt :

once more
I viewed the ocean green,
And looked far forth, yet little

Of what had else been seen -



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?'

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Under the water it rumbled on,
Still louder and more dread:
It reached the ship, it split the

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;

I have strange power of speech;

And is of sense forlorn:
That moment that his face I see,

A sadder and a wiser man,
I know the man that must hear

He rose the morrow morn.
To him my tale I teach. S90

What loud uproar bursts from
that door!

[Publ. 1798]
The wedding-guests are there:
But in the garden-bower the | All thoughts, all passions, all delights,

Whatever stirs this mortal frame,
And bride-maids singing are: All are but ministers of Love,
And hark the little vesper bell, And feed bis sacred flame.
Which biddeth me to prayer !

Oft in my waking dreams do I
O Wedding-Guest! this soul Live o'er again that happy hour,
hath been

When midway on the mount I lay,
Alone on a wide wide sea:

Beside the ruined tower.
So lonely 't was, that God himself
Scarce seemed there to be. 600 The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene,

Had blended with the lights of eve; 10
O sweeter than the marriage And she was there, my hope, my joy,

My own dear Genevieve!
'Tis sweeter far to me,
To walk together to the kirk She leant against the armed man,
With a goodly company! - The statue of the armed knight;

She stood and listened to my lay,
To walk together to the kirk, Amid the lingering light.
And all together pray,
While each to his great Father | Few sorrows hath she of her own,

My bopel my joy ! my Genevieve !
Old men, and babes, and loving She loves me best whene'er I sing

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
Both man and bird and beast. | She listened with a flitting blush,

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.
All things both great and small:
For the dear God who loveth us, I told her of the Knight that wore

30 He made and loveth all.”

Upon his shield a burning brand;

And that for ten long years he wooed
The Mariner, whose eye is bright, The Lady of the Land.
Whose beard with age is hoar,
Is gone: and now the Wedding I told her how he pined: and ab!

620 The deep, the low, the pleading tone
Turned from the bridegroom's With which I sang another's love,

Interpreted my own.

by his own

to all things that God made and loveth.

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