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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

The supernatural

motion is retarded; sailing on,


the Mariner

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.

“The pang,

the curse,


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 castIf 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

will go,

my fears,

When the Mariner's trance

is abated.'

Yet it felt like a welcoming.


force away,

“Swiftly, swiftly flew the “This seraph-band, each

waved his hand:
Yet she sailed softly too: It was a heavenly sight!
Sweetly, sweetly blew the They stood as signals to

the land,
On me alone it blew. Each one a lovely light:
And, the ancient “Oh! dream of joy! is this
Mariner beholdeth

“This seraph-band, each
his native country.

waved his hand, The lighthouse top I see?


No voice did they impart-
Is this the hill? is this the

No voice; but oh! the


silence sank
Is this mine own countree?

Like music on my heart.
“We drifted o'er the harbor-

“But soon I heard the
And I with sobs did pray-

dash of oars,

'O let me be awake, my I heard the pilot's cheer;

470 My head was turned per-
Or let me sleep alway.'
“The harbor-bay was clear

And I saw a boat appear.
as glass,
So smoothly it was strewn!

"The pilot, and the pilot's
And on the bay the moon-

light lay,

I heard them coming fast:
And the shadow of the

Dear Lord in Heaven! it

was a joy

506 475

The dead men could not
“The rock shone bright, blast.

the kirk no less,
That stands above the rock:

“I saw a third-I heard his
The moonlight steeped in voice:

It is the Hermit good!
The steady weathercock.

He singeth loud his godly
“And the bay was white

hymns The angelic spirits

510 leave dead with silent light,


That he makes in the wood.
Till rising from the same,

He'll shrieve my soul, he'll
Full many shapes, that

The Albatross's blood.
In crimson colors came.

And appear in their “A little distance from the
own forms of light.

“This Hermit good lives The Hermit of the prow


in that wood
Those crimson shadows

Which slopes down to the

I turned my eyes upon the

How loudly his sweet voice deck

he rears!
Oh, Christ! what saw I

He loves to talk with mari-
“Each corse lay flat, life- That come from a far
less and flat,

And, by the holy rood!
A man all light, a seraph- “He kneels at morn, and



and eve
On every corse there stood. He hath a cushion plump:


wash away

shadows were,



It is the moss that wholly “Stunned by that loud and The ancient Mar

iner is saved in hides

dreadful sound, 550

the Pilot's boat. The rotted old oak-stump. Which sky and ocean smote,

Like one that hath been
"The skiff-boat neared: I seven days drowned,

heard them talk, My body lay afloat;
'Why, this is strange, I But swift as dreams, my-

self I found
Where are those lights so Within the pilot's boat. 555
many and fair,

That signal made but now?' "Upon the whirl, where

sank the ship,
Approacheth the “Strange, by my faith!' The boat spun round and
ship with wonder.
the Hermit said,

And they answered not our And all was still, save that

the hill
The planks look warped! Was telling of the sound.
and see those sails,

“I moved my lips-the
How thin they are and sere!

560 I never saw aught like to

pilot shrieked,

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)

'I am a-feared'-'Push on,

“And now, all in my own
push on!'
540 countree,

Said the Hermit cheerily.

I stood on the firm land! “The boat came closer to

The Hermit stepped forth

from the boat,
the ship,
But I nor spake nor stirred;

And scarcely he could stand.
The boat came close be- ""O shrieve me, shrieve me, inee earnestly en-

The ancient Marneath the ship,

holy man!'

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
Still louder and more dread:

It reached the ship, it
split the bay;

“Forthwith this frame of
The ship went down like mine was wrenched

With a woeful agony,

with snow,


bled on,

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“What loud uproar bursts

The Mariner, whose eye
from that door:

is bright,
The wedding-guests Whose beard with age is

But in the garden-bower Is gone; and now the Wed-
the bride


And bride-maids singing Turned from the bride-

And hark the little vesper

groom's door.

595 He went like one that hath Which biddeth


been stunned, prayer!

And is of sense forlorn:

A sadder and a wiser man
“O Wedding-Guest! this He rose the morrow morn.

soul hath been
Alone on a wide, wide sea:

So lonely 'twas, that God

The frost performs its secret ministry,
Scarce seemed 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 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,


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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

deep calm,


to pause

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