What makes that ship drive on so fast? SECOND VOICE. "Still as a Slave before his Lord, "If he may know which way to go, 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 on As in a gentle weather: 'Twas night, calm night, the moon was high; The dead men stood together. All stood together on the deck, The pang, the curse, with which they died, I could not draw my een from theirs And in its time the spell was snapt, I look'd far-forth, but little saw Like one, that on a lonely road And having once turn'd round, walks on Because he knows, a frightful Doth close behind him soon there brea' Ne sound ne Its path was In ri It rais'd my hair, it fann'd my cheek, Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, O dream of joy! is this indeed Is this the Hill? Is this the Kirk? The harbour bay was clear as glass, The moonlight bay was white all o'er, Full many shapes, that shadows were, Like as of torches came. A little distance from the prow, Those dark red shadows were; I turn'd my head in fear and dread, The bodies had advanc'd, and now They lifted up their stiff right arms, Their stony eye-balls glitter'd on In the and smoky light. rn'd my head away, gas before; reeze upon the bay, inst the shore. bright, the kirk no less, above the rock; it steep'd in silentness weathercock. And the bay was white with silent light, Till rising from the same Full many shapes, that shadows were, In crimson colours came. A little distance from the prow Those crimson shadows were: Each corse lay flat, lifeless and flat; A man all light, a seraph-man, This seraph-band, each wav'd his hand, They stood as signals to the land, This seraph-band, each wav'd his hand, No voice; but O! the silence sank, Eftsones I heard the dash of oars, Then vanish'd all the lovely lights; With silent pace, each to his place The wind, that shade nor motion made, 'The pilot, and the pilot's boy, I heard them coming fast: Dear Lord in Heaven! it was a joy, I saw a third-I heard his voice: He singeth loud his godly hymns That he makes in the wood. He'll shrieve my soul, he'll wash away The Albatross's blood, PART VII. "THIS Hermit good lives in that wood Which slopes down to the Sea. How loudly his sweet voice he rears! That come from a far Contrée. He kneels at morn and noon and eve- It is the moss, that wholly hides The Skiff-boat ne'rd: I heard them talk, Where are those lights so many and fair 'Strange, by my faith!' the Hermit said— I never saw aught like to them 'The skeletons of leaves that lag My forest-brook along : When the Ivy-tod is heavy with snow, 'Dear Lord! it has a fiendish look'-... 'I am afear'd'-'Push on, push on !' The Boat came closer to the Ship, The Boat came close beneath the Ship, Under the water it rumbled on, Stunn'd by that loud and dreadful sound, Like one that hath been seven days drown'd But swift as dreams, myself I found Within the Pilot's boat. Upon the whirl where sank the Ship, I mov'd my lips: the Pilot shriek'd The Holy Hermit rais'd his eyes I took the oars: the Pilot's boy, Laugh'd loud and long, and all the while 'Ha ha!' quoth he-'full plain I see, And now all in mine own Countrée The Hermit stepp'd forth from the boat, 'O shrieve me, shrieve me, holy Man !' Forthwith this frame of mine was wrench'd And then it left me free. Since then at an uncertain hour, That anguish comes and makes me teli I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech; The moment that his face I see I know the man that must hear me ; What loud uproar bursts from that door! O Wedding-guest! this soul hath been O sweeter than the Marriage-feast, To walk together to the Kirk |