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IRST VOICE.“But tell me, tell me! speak again,“Thy soft response renewing--“What makes that ship drive on so fast?“What is the Ocean doing?” SECOND VOICE.“Still as a Slave before his Lord,“The Ocean hath no blast:“His great bright eye most silently“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“She looketh down on him.” FIRST VOICE.“But why drives on that ship so fast“Withouten wave or wind?”SECOND VOICE.“The air is cut away before,“And closes from behind. “Fly, brother, fly! more high, more high,“Or we shall be belated:“For slow and slow that ship will go,“When the Marinere’s trance is abated.” I woke, and we were sailing onAs in a gentle weather:’Twas night, calm night, the moon was high;The dead men stood together. All stood together on the deck,For a charnel-dungeon fitter:All fix’d on me their stony eyesThat in the moon did glitter. The pang, the curse, with which they died,Had never pass’d away:I could not draw my een from theirsNe turn them up to pray. And in its time the spell was snapt,And I could move my een:I look’d far-forth, but little sawOf what might else be seen. Like one, that on a lonely roadDoth walk in fear and dread,And having once turn’d round, walks onAnd turns no more his head:Because he knows, a frightful fiendDoth close behind him tread. But soon there breath’d a wind on me,Ne sound ne motion made:Its path was not upon the seaIn ripple or in shade. It rais’d my hair, it fann’d my cheek,Like a meadow-gale of spring--It mingled strangely with my fears,Yet it felt like a welcoming. Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship,Yet she sail’d softly too:Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze--On me alone it blew. O dream of joy! is this indeedThe light-house top I see?Is this the Hill? Is this the Kirk?Is this mine own countrée? We drifted o’er the Harbour-bar,And I with sobs did pray--“O let me be awake, my God!“Or let me sleep alway!” The harbour-bay was clear as glass,So smoothly it was strewn!And on the bay the moon light lay,And the shadow of the moon. The moonlight bay was white all o’er,Till rising from the same,Full many shapes, that shadows were,Like as of torches came. A little distance from the prowThose dark-red shadows were;But soon I saw that my own fleshWas red as in a glare. I turn’d my head in fear and dread,And by the holy rood,The bodies had advanc’d, and nowBefore the mast they stood. They lifted up their stiff right arms,They held them strait and tight;And each right-arm burnt like a torch,A torch that’s borne upright.Their stony eye-balls glitter’d onIn the red and smoky light. I pray’d and turn’d my head awayForth looking as before.There was no breeze upon the bay,No wave against the shore. The rock shone bright, the kirk no lessThat stands above the rock:The moonlight steep’d in silentnessThe steady weathercock. And the bay was white with silent light,Till rising from the sameFull many shapes, that shadows were,In crimson colours came. A little distance from the prowThose crimson shadows were:I turn’d my eyes upon the deck--O Christ! what saw I there? Each corse lay flat, lifeless and flat;And by the Holy roodA man all light, a seraph-man,On every corse there stood. This seraph-band, each wav’d his hand:It was a heavenly sight:They stood as signals to the land,Each one a lovely light: This seraph-band, each wav’d his hand,No voice did they impart--No voice; but O! the silence sank,Like music on my heart. Eftsones I heard the dash of oars,I heard the pilot’s cheer:My head was turn’d perforce awayAnd I saw a boat appear. Then vanish’d all the lovely lights;The bodies rose anew:With silent pace, each to his place,Came back the ghastly crew.The wind, that shade nor motion made,On me alone it blew. The pilot, and the pilot’s boyI heard them coming fast:Dear Lord in Heaven! it was a joy,The dead men could not blast. I saw a third--I heard his voice:It is the Hermit good!He singeth loud his godly hymnsThat he makes in the wood.He’ll shrieve my soul, he’ll wash awayThe Albatross’s blood.
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