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• Sometimes a dropping from the sky
• I heard the Lavrock sing; • Sometimes all little birds that are • How they seem'd to fill the sea and air
• With their sweer jargoning.
And now 'twas like all instruments,
• Now like a lonely flute; 6 And now it is an Angel's song
« That makes the Heavens be mute.
• It ceas'd; yet still the sails made on
• A pleasant noise till noon. A noise like of a hidden brook
• In the leafy month of June, · That to the sleeping woods all night
• Singeth a quiet tune.
Listen, O listen, thou wedding-guest!'
“ Marinere! thou hast thy will; “ For that, which comes out of thine eye,
Never sadder tale was told
• To a man of woman born; • Sadder and wiser thou wedding-guest!
« Thou’lt rise to-morrow morn.
Never sadder tale was heard
By a man of woman born: • The marineres all return'd to work
" As silent as beforne.
• The marineres all 'gan pull the ropes,
• But look at me they n'old: • Thought I, I am as thin as air,
• They cannot me behold.
« Till noon we silently sailid on
" Yet never a breeze did breathe, • Slowly and smoothly went the ship
• Moy'd onward from beneath.
• Under the keel nine fathom deep
- From the land of inist and snow * The Spirit slid; and it was He
« That made the ship to go. • The sails at noon left off their túne
. And the ship stood still also.
• The sun right up above the mast
Had fixt her to the ocean: • But in a minute she 'gan stir
• With a short uneasy motion;• Backwards and forwards half her length
• With a short uneasy motion.
• Then, like a pawing horse let go,
• She made a sudden bound: It flung the blood into my head, • And I fell into a swound.
• How long in that same fit I lay,
• I have not to declare; * But ere my living life return'a, • I heard and in my soul discern’d
• Two Voices in the air.
“ Is it he? (quoth one) Is this the man?
“ By him who died on Cross, “ With his cruel bow he lay'd full low
66 The harmless Albatross.
“ The Spirit who bideth by himself
6. In the land of mist and snow, “ He lov'd the bird that lov'd the man
" Who shot him with his bow."
• The other was a softer voice,
* As soft as honey-dew: Quoth he, “ The man hath penance done, “ And penance more will do."
• FIRST 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 griiri. " 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 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,
For a charnel dungeon fitter : All fix'd on me their stony eyes • That 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 theirs • Ne turn them up to pray.
5 And in its time the spell was 'snapt,
• And I could move my een: • I look'd far-forth, but little saw
• Of what might else be seen.