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He loved the bird that
loved the man Who shot him with his bow.'
405 “The other was a softer
voice, As soft as honey-dew: Quoth he, ‘The man hath
penance done, And penance more will do.'
"I woke, and we were
motion is retarded; sailing on,
awakes, and his As in a gentle weather:
penance begins 'Twas night, calm night, anew.
the moon was high; The dead men stood to
"All stood together on the
deck, For a charnel-dungeon fitter: All fixed on me their stony eyes,
436 That in the moon did glitter.
First Voice “But tell me, tell me! speak again,
410 Thy soft response renew
ingWhat makes that ship drive
on so fast? What is the ocean doing?'
with which they died, Had never passed away: I could not draw my eyes from theirs,
440 Nor turn them up to pray. “And now this spell was The curse is finally
expiated. snapt: once more I viewed the ocean green, And looked far forth, yet
little saw Of what had else been seen
Second Voice “Still as a slave before
his lord, The ocean hath no blast; His great bright eye most silently
416 Up to the moon is cast“If he may know which
way to go; For she guides him, smooth
or grim. See, brother, see! how graciously
420 She looketh down on him.'
First Voice The Mariner hath “But why drives on that been cast into a trance; for the an- ship so fast, gelic power causeth the vessel to drive Without or wave or wind?' northward
faster tban buman life
Second Voice could endure.
"" The air is cut away
before, And closes from behind. “Fly, brother, fly! more
high, more high! 426 Or we shall be belated: For slow and slow that ship
“Like one, that on a lonesome road
446 Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned
round, walks on, And turns no
more his head; Because he knows a frightful fiend
450 Doth close behind him
“But soon there breathed
a wind on me, Nor sound nor motion made: Its path was not upon the
sea, In ripple or in shade.
455 “It raised my hair, it
fanned my cheek Like a meadow-gale of
springIt mingled strangely with
When the Mariner's trance
Yet it felt like a welcoming.
“Swiftly, swiftly flew the “This seraph-band, each
waved his hand:
“This seraph-band, each
waved his hand, The lighthouse top I see?
No voice did they impart-
No voice; but oh! the
Like music on my heart.
“But soon I heard the
dash of oars,
470 My head was turned per-
And I saw a boat appear.
"The pilot, and the pilot's
I heard them coming fast:
Dear Lord in Heaven! it
was a joy
The dead men could not
the kirk no less,
“I saw a third-I heard his
It is the Hermit good!
He singeth loud his godly
hymns The angelic spirits
510 leave dead with silent light,
That he makes in the wood.
He'll shrieve my soul, he'll
The Albatross's blood.
“This Hermit good lives The Hermit of the prow
in that wood
Which slopes down to the
How loudly his sweet voice deck
He loves to talk with mari-
It is the moss that wholly “Stunned by that loud and The ancient Mar
iner is saved in hides
the Pilot's boat. The rotted old oak-stump. Which sky and ocean smote,
Like one that hath been
heard them talk, My body lay afloat;
self I found
sank the ship,
“I moved my lips-the
560 I never saw aught like to
And fell down in a fit; them,
531 Unless perchance it were
The holy Hermit raised his
eyes, “Brown skeletons
of And prayed where he did leaves that lag
sit. My forest-brook along:
"I took the oars: the pilot's When the ivy-tod is heavy
535 Who now doth crazy go, And the owlet whoops to Laughed loud and long, the wolf below,
and all the while 566 That eats the she-wolf's
His eyes went to and fro. young.'
'Ha! ha!' quoth he, 'full “Dear Lord! it hath a
plain I see, fiendish look'
The Devil knows how to (The pilot made reply)
“And now, all in my own
I stood on the firm land! “The boat came closer to
The Hermit stepped forth
from the boat,
And scarcely he could stand.
The ancient Marneath the ship,
treateth the HerAnd straight a sound was The Hermit crossed his and the penance of
mit to shrieve him; heard.
life falls on him.
575 The ship suddenly “Under the water it rum
'Say quick,' quoth he, 'I
bid thee say
What manner of man art
“Forthwith this frame of
With a woeful agony,
“What loud uproar bursts
The Mariner, whose eye
595 He went like one that hath Which biddeth
been stunned, prayer!
And is of sense forlorn:
A sadder and a wiser man
soul hath been
FROST AT MIDNIGHT
The frost performs its secret ministry,
Unhelped by any wind. The owlet's cry
Came loud-and hark, again! loud as be“O sweeter than the mar- fore. riage-feast,
601 The inmates of my cottage, all at rest, 'Tis sweeter far to me, Have left to that solitude, which suits ; To walk together to the Abstruser musings: save that at my side kirk
My cradled infant slumbers peacefully. With a goodly company!- 'Tis calm indeed! so calm, that it dis
turbs “To walk together to the And vexes meditation with its strange kirk,
605 | And extreme silentness. Sea, hill, and And all together pray,
wood, While each to his great This populous village! Sea, and hill, and Father bends,
With all the numberless goings on of life Fill up the interspersed vacancies Inaudible as dreams! the thin blue flame And momentary pauses of the thought! Lies on my low-burnt fire, and quivers not; My babe so beautiful! it thrills my heart Only that film, which fluttered on the With tender gladness, thus to look at grate, 15 thee,
50 Still flutters there, the sole unquiet thing. And think that thou shalt learn far other Methinks, its motion in this hush of nature lore Gives it dim sympathies with me who live, And in far other scenes! For I was reared Making it a companionable form,
In the great city, pent 'mid cloisters dim, Whose puny flaps and freaks the idling And saw naught lovely but the sky and Spirit
stars. By its own moods interprets, everywhere But thou, my babe! shalt wander like a Echo or mirror seeking of itself,
55 And makes a toy of Thought.
By lakes and sandy shores, beneath the
But oh! how oft, crags How oft, at school, with most believing Of ancient mountain, and beneath the mind,
clouds, Presageful, have I gazed upon the bars, Which image in their bulk both lakes and To watch that fluttering stranger! and as shores oft
And mountain crags: so shalt thou see and With unclosed lids, already had I dreamt hear Of my sweet birth-place, and the old The lovely shapes and sounds intelligible church-tower,
Of that eternal language, which thy God 61 Whose bells, the poor man's only music, Utters, who from eternity doth teach rang
Himself in all, and all things in himself. From mom to evening, all the hot Fair- | Great universal Teacher! he shall mould day,
Thy spirit, and by giving make it ask. 65 So sweetly, that they stirred and haunted Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to me
thee, With a wild pleasure, falling on mine ear Whether the summer clothe the general Most like articulate sounds of things to earth come!
With greenness, or the redbreast sit and So gazed I, till the soothing things I sing dreamt
Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare Lulled me to sleep, and sleep prolonged my branch dreams!
Of mossy apple-tree, while the nigh And so I brooded all the following morn, thatch
70 Awed by the stern preceptor's face, mine Smokes in the sun-thaw; whether the eye
eavedrops fall Fixed with mock study on my swimming Heard only in the trances of the blast, book:
Or if the secret ministry of frost Save if the door half opened, and I Shall hang them up in silent icicles, snatched
40 Quietly shining to the quiet moon. A hasty glance, and still my heart leaped
up For still I hoped to see the stranger's face,
HYMN Townsman, or aunt, or sister more beloved,
BEFORE SUNRISE IN THE VALE My play-mate when we both were clothed
OF CHAMOUNI alike! Dear babe, that sleepest cradled by my Hast thou a charm to stay the morningside,
star Whose gentle breathings, heard in this In his steep course? So long he seems