But oh! more horrible than that

Is the curse in a dead man's eye! 260 Seven days, seven nights, I saw that curse, And yet I could not die.

"The moving moon went up the sky,

And nowhere did abide: Softly she was going up, 265 And a star or two beside

"Her beams bemocked the sultry main,

Like April hoar-frost spread; But where the ship's huge shadow lay,

The charmed water burnt alway

A still and awful red.

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In his loneliness and fixedness be yearneth towards the journeying

moon, and the stars that still sojourn, yet still move onward; and everywhere the blue sky

belongs to them,

and is their ap pointed rest, and

their native counnatural

try and their own homes, which they enter unannounced, as lords that are cer tainly expected; and yet there is a silent joy at their arrival.