THE RIME OF THE ANCYENT MARINERE-6
A torch thats borne upright.
I woke, and we were sailing on
I heard the pilots cheer:
The steady weathercock.
A little distance from the prow
Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze--
The pilot, and the pilots boy
The bodies had advancd, and now
Twas night, calm night, the moon was high;
And on the bay the moon light lay,
A man all light, a seraph-man,
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This seraph-band, each wavd his hand:
Till rising from the same,
And I with sobs did pray--
I saw a third--I heard his voice:
I turnd my eyes upon the deck--
Like one, that on a lonely road
Before the mast they stood.
They held them strait and tight;
Had never passd away:
Doth close behind him tread.
Yet she saild softly too:
It is the Hermit good!
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Those dark-red shadows were;
"Or let me sleep alway!"
Like a meadow-gale of spring--
We drifted oer the Harbour-bar,
"What is the Ocean doing?"
I turnd my head in fear and dread,
A little distance from the prow
They stood as signals to the land,
"But why drives on that ship so fast
The Albatrosss blood.
No voice did they impart--
O dream of joy! is this indeed
The rock shone bright, the kirk no less
Dear Lord in Heaven! it was a joy,
It raisd my hair, it fannd my cheek,
O Christ! what saw I there?
The moonlight bay was white all oer,
Ne sound ne motion made:
Full many shapes, that shadows were,
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On every corse there stood.
There was no breeze upon the bay,
That he makes in the wood.
The moonlight steepd in silentness
Eftsones I heard the dash of oars,
All stood together on the deck,
That in the moon did glitter.
And the shadow of the moon.
Is this mine own countree?
It was a heavenly sight:
"His great bright eye most silently
And each right-arm burnt like a torch,
The light-house top I see?
"See, brother, see! how graciously
That stands above the rock:
"If he may know which way to go,
I heard them coming fast:
Yet it felt like a welcoming.
But soon there breathd a wind on me,
"She looketh down on him."
On me alone it blew.
Then vanishd all the lovel
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Each one a lovely light:
Doth walk in fear and dread,
And the bay was white with silent light,
The dead men could not blast.
Till rising from the same
I lookd far-forth, but little saw
"But tell me, tell me! speak again,
And I could move my een:
Was red as in a glare.
"O let me be awake, my God!
Came back the ghastly crew.
Their stony eye-balls glitterd on
In ripple or in shade.
Full many shapes, that shadows were,
"The air is cut away before,
The bodies rose anew:
Forth looking as before.
"Withouten wave or wind?"
No voice; but O! the silence sank,
The pang, the curse, with which they died,
FIRST VOICE.
FIRST VOICE.
And by the Holy rood
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But soon I saw that my own ?esh
No wave against the shore.
Swiftly, swiftly ?ew the ship,
Like as of torches came.
In crimson colours came.
It mingled strangely with my fears,
My head was turnd perforce away
I prayd and turnd my head away
The harbour-bay was clear as glass,
Like music on my heart.
As in a gentle weather:
And turns no more his head:
With silent pace, each to his place,
"And closes from behind.
SECOND VOICE.
The wind, that shade nor motion made,
"For slow and slow that ship will go,
The dead men stood together.
"Fly, brother, ?y! more high, more high,
And having once turnd round, walks on
"For she guides him smooth or grim.
"Thy soft response renewi九_九_藏_书_网ng--
Ne turn them up to pray.
And by the holy rood,
"Or we shall be belated:
In the red and smoky light.
And in its time the spell was snapt,
So smoothly it was strewn!
Of what might else be seen.
On me alone it blew.
Each corse lay ?at, lifeless and ?at;
"Still as a Slave before his Lord,
I could not draw my een from theirs
Hell shrieve my soul, hell wash away
"Up to the moon is cast--
Those crimson shadows were:
This seraph-band, each wavd his hand,
Is this the Hill? Is this the Kirk?
They lifted up their stiff right arms,
All ?xd on me their stony eyes
SECOND VOICE.
"The Ocean hath no blast:
Its path was not upon the sea
"What makes that ship drive on so fast?
He singeth loud his godly hymns