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• Like one, that on a lonely road
Doth walk in fear and dread, * And having once turn'd round, walks on,
. And turns no more his head: * Because he knows, a frightful fiend
• Doth close behind him tread.
• But soon there breath'd a wind on me,
• Ne sound ne motion made: • Its path was not upon the sea
* In 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,
• Yer she sail'd softly too: Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze • On me alone it blew.
• O dream of joy! is this indeed
• The 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. 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 moonlight 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 prow
« Those dark-red shadows were; < But soon I saw that
- Was red as in a glare.
my own flesh
• I turn'd my head in. fear and dread,
* And by the holy rood, · The bodies had advanc'd, and now
* Before the mast they stood.
• They lifted up their stiff right-arms,
They held them straight and tight; • And each right-arın burnt like a torch,
• A torch that's borne upright. • Their stony eye-balls glittered on
• In the red and smokey light.
I pray'd and turn'd
away • Forth looking as before, • There was no breeze upon the bay,
• No wave against the shore.
• The rock shone bright, the kirk no less
That stands above the rock: • The moonlight steep'd in silentness
• The steady 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: • 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 rood, • A man all light, a seraph-man,
On every corse there stood.
• This seraph-band, each wav'd his hand;
• It was a heavenly sight:
• 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 cars,
• I heard the Pilot's cheer; My head was turn'd
• 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 Boy
• I heard them coming fast: · Dear Lord in Heaven! it was a joy
• The dead men could not blast.
6 I saw a third-I heard his voice :
• It is the Hermit good! • 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.
This Hermit good lives in that wood
• Which slopes down to the sea: How loudly his sweet voice he rears ! “He loves to talk with marineres
• That come from a far countrée.
6 He kneels at morn and noon and eve
• He hath a cushion plump: