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motion is retarded;
He loved the bird that “I woke, and we were
The supernatural loved the man
430 the Mariner Who shot him with his | As in a gentle weather:
penance begins bow.'
405 'Twas night, calm night, anew. “The other was a softer
the moon was high;
The dead men stood to-
For a charnel-dungeon fitter:
All fixed on me their stony
That in the moon did glitter.
“The pang, the curse, with
which they died, ing
Had never passed away: What makes that ship drive I could not draw my eyes on so fast?
snapt: once more
And looked far forth, yet
Of what had else been seen-
Doth walk in fear and dread,
round, walks on,
450 First Voice
Doth close behind him The Mariner hath “But why drives on that
tread. ship so fast, gelic power causeth
“But soon there breathed the vessel to drive Without or wave or wind?'
a wind on me, tban buman life Second Voice
Nor sound nor motion made: “The air is cut away
Its path was not upon the
In ripple or in shade. 455
high, more high! 426 fanned my cheek
It mingled strangely with
| Yet it felt like a welcoming.
been cast into a trance; for the an
“Swiftly, swiftly flew the “This seraph-band, each
1 460 I waved his hand:
“This seraph-band, each his native country. indeed
waved his hand, The lighthouse top I see?
| No voice did they impartIs this the hill? is this the
No voice; but oh! the kirk?
Like music on my heart.
“But soon I heard the
My head was turned per-
| “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,
It is the Hermit good!
510 leave the dead with silent light, 480
That he makes in the wood.
He'll shrieve my soul, he'll
The Albatross's blood.
PART VII And appear in their “A little distance from the "This Hermit good lives The Hermit of the prow
in that wood Those crimson shadows
Which slopes down to the
How loudly his sweet voice deck
he rears! Oh, Christ! what saw I
He loves to talk with mari-
noon, and eve-
The angelic spirits
own forms of light.
It is the moss that wholly “Stunned by that loud and The ancient Marhides
521 dreadful sound, 550 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
many and fair, 525
“Upon the whirl, where
sank the ship,
and see those sails,
"I moved my lips—the I never saw aught like to
pilot shrieked, 560
And fell down in a fit; them,
531 Unless perchance it were
The holy Hermit raised his
leaves that lag
Who now doth crazy go,
Laughed loud and long,
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 la
I plain I see,
The Devil knows how to
countree, Said the Hermit cheerily. I
I stood on the firm land! “The boat came closer to
The Hermit stepped forth
from the boat,
And scarcely he could stand.
holy man! And straight a sound was
mit to shrieve him; The Hermit crossed his and the penance of heard.
life falls on him. 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,
iner earnestly entreateth the Her
bis own example. love and reverence
God made and loveth.
Which forced me to begin Old men, and babes, and
580 loving friends,
“Farewell, farewell! but And to teach, by constraineth him
this I tell to travel from land to land,
And tilī my ghastly tale is To thee, thou Wedding- to all things that
Both man and bird and land to land;
586 I have strange power of
“He prayeth best, who
| All things both great and
For the 'dear God who
He made and loveth all.” “What loud uproar bursts
The Mariner, whose eye from that door:
is bright, The wedding-guests are
Whose beard with age is there;
hoar, But in the garden-bower
Is gone; and now the Wedthe bride
| Turned from the bride-
595 Which biddeth me to
He went like one that hath
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, Scarce seemèd there to be. | 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 me 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,
10 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 interspersèd 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 futters 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
With greenness, or the redbreast sit and So gazed I, till the soothing things I
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
Quietly shining to the quiet moon. 75 A hasty glance, and still my heart leaped
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,
45 I star Whose gentle breathings, heard in this In his steep course? So long he seems deep calm,