THE RIME OF THE ANCYENT MARINERE-5
The day-light dawnd--they droppd their arms,
I movd and could not feel my limbs,
That were so thin and sere.
From the land of mist and snow
It ?ung the blood into my head,
A river steep and wide.
The dead men gave a groan.
Sometimes a dropping from the sky
It did not come anear;
Till moon we silently saild on
A pleasant noise till noon,
O sleep, it is a gentle thing
They groand, they stirrd, they all uprose,
And the Moon is at its side:
Thought I, I am as thin as air--
And now twas like all instruments,
The coming wind doth roar more loud;
The roaring wind! it roard far off,
Slowly and smoothly went the ship
The helmsman steerd, the ship movd on;
And droppd down, like a stone!
With their swe99lib.netet jargoning,
The sun right up above the mast
To have seen those dead men rise.
Hark! hark! the thick black cloud is cleft,
Had ?xd her to the ocean:
And from their bodies passd.
The sails do sigh, like sedge:
The spirit slid: and it was He
Movd onward from beneath.
Backwards and forwards half her length
Singeth a quiet tune.
Yet never a breeze up-blew;
Under the keel nine fathom deep
She made a sudden bound:
To Mary-queen the praise be yeven
Two voices in the air,
With a short uneasy motion.
And I fell into a swound.
Ne spake, ne movd their eyes:
How frightful it would be!
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I heard the Lavrock sing;
Thoult rise to morrow morn.
My lips were wet, my throat was cold,
With a showww.99lib.netrt uneasy motion--
They cannot me behold.
Sometimes all little birds that are
The Marineres all gan pull the ropes,
The strong wind reachd the ship: it roard
Never sadder tale was heard
Then, like a pawing horse let go,
The silly buckets on the deck
By a man of woman born:
I thought that I had died in sleep,
The rain pours down from one black cloud
It ceasd: yet still the sails made on
To and fro they are hurried about;
Like waters shot from some high crag,
The sails at noon left off their tune
"My body and soul to be still."
And the Ship stood still also.
Sadder and wiser thou wedding-guest!
Quoth he the man hath penance done,
Sweet sounds rose slowly thro their mouths
"Marinere! thou hast thy will:
The other was a softer voice,
"The harmless Albatross.
And still my body drank.
That to the sleeping woods all night
Sure I had drunken in my dreams
It had been strange, even in a dream
And clusterd round the mast:
How they seemd to ?ll the sea and air
And when I awoke it raind.
That had so long remaind,
But ere my living life returnd,
But look at me they nold:
And the Moon is at its edge.
She sent the gentle sleep from heaven
Never sadder tale was told
The upper air bursts into life,
Then darted to the sun:
We were a ghastly crew.
That slid into my soul.
In the leafy month of June,
And penance more will do.
The Marineres all returnd to work
"The spi99lib.netrit who bideth by himself
Beneath the lightning and the moon
Slowly the sounds came back again
Listen, O listen, thou Wedding-guest!
"Who shot him with his bow."
That made the Ship to go.
"With his cruel bow he layd full low
And I quakd to think of my own voice
But he said nought to me--
Where they were wont to do:
I was so light, almost
Around, around, ?ew each sweet sound,
Stood by me knee to knee:
The stars dance on between.
They raisd their limbs like lifeless tools--
How long in that same ?t I lay,
I dreamt that they were ?lld with dew
I heard and in my soul discernd
A noise like of a hidden brook
To a man of woman born:
And now it is an angels song
My garments all were dank;
Th99lib•nete lightning falls with never a jag
Belovd from pole to pole!
And a hundred ?re-?ags sheen
Yet never a breeze did breathe:
As soft as honey-dew:
That makes the heavens be mute.
Now like a lonely ?ute;
Now mixd, now one by one.
As silent as beforne.
The body of my brothers son
And to and fro, and in and out
But with its sound it shook the sails
The Marineres all gan work the ropes,
"For that, which comes out of thine eye, doth make
"Is it he?" quoth one, "Is this the man?
"In the land of mist and snow,
The body and I pulld at one rope,
"By him who died on cross,
"He lovd the bird that lovd the man
I have not to declare;
And was a blessed Ghost.
But in a minute she gan stir