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• The skiff-boat ner'd, I heard them talk;

Why, this is strange, I trow!
Where are those lights so many and fair
“ That signal made but now?

Strange, hy my faith!" the Hermit said.

" And they answer'd not our cheer: The planks look warp'd, and see those sails

“ How thin they are and sere! I never saw aught like to them

“ Unless perçhance it were --:

“ The skeletons of leaves that lag

“ My forest brook along: • When the ivy-tod is heavy with snow, " And the Owlet whoops to the wolf below

That eats the she wolf's young.”

" Dear Lord! It has a fiendish look

(The Pilot made reply) “ I am afear'd!”_" Push on, push on!”

Said the Hermit cheerily.

• The boat came closer to the ship,

• But I ne spake ne stirr'd! • The boat came close beneath the ship,

• And strait a sound was heard !

• Under the water it rumbled on,

• Still louder and more dread: • It reach'd the ship, it split the bay;

• The ship went down like lead.

• Stunn'd by that loud and dreadful sound,

· Which sky and ocean smote: Like one that hath been seven days drown'd

My body lay afloat: • But, swift as dreams, myself I found

Within the Pilot's boat.

• Upon the whirl, where sank the ship,

• The boat spun round and round: • And all was still, save that the hill

• Was telling of the sound.

• I mov'd my lips; the Pilot shriek'd

• And fell down in a fit: • The holy Hermit rais’d his

eyes • And pray'd where he did sit.

• I took the oars: the Pilot's boy,

· Who now doth crazy go, · Laugh'd loud and long, and all the while His

eyes went to and fro;
“ Ha! ha!" quoth he-“ full plain I see,

" The Devil knows how to row.”
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6 And now all in mine own countrée

I stood on the firm land! • The Hermit stepp'd forth from the boat,

. And scarcely he could stand.

· shrieve me, shrieve me, Holy Man!

• The Hermit cross'd his brow Say quick," quoth he, “ I bid thee say 166 What manner man art thou?"

« Forthwith this frame of mine was wrench'd

"With a woeful agony, • Which forc'd me to begin my

tale • And then it left me free.

Since then at an uncertain hour,

• Now oftimes, and now fewer, That anguish comes, and makes me tell. • My ghastly aventure,

'I pass, like night, from land to land;

• I have strange power of specch; The moment that his face I see . I know the man that must hear me;

*To him my tale I teach. .

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• What loud uproar bursts from that door!

• The Wedding-guests are there; . But in the garden-bower the Bride

And bride-maids singing are. • And hark! the little vesper-bell

• Which biddeth me to prayer.

• O Wedding-guest! this soul hath been

• Alone on a wide wide sea: • So lonely 'twas, that God himself

• Scarce seemed there to be.

• sweeter than the Marriage-feast,

. 'Tis sweeter far to me • To walk together to the Kirk

• With a goodly company.

* To walk together to the Kirk

· And altogether pray, • While each to his Great Father bends, • Old men, and babes, and loving friends,

* And youths, and maidens gay.

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• Farewell, farewell! but this I tell

• To thee, thou Wedding-guest! • He prayeth well who loveth well,

• Both man, and bird, and beast.

* He prayeth best who loveth best,

• All things both great and small: • For the dear God, who loveth us,

• He made and loveth all.'.

The Marinere, whose eye is bright,

Whose beard with age is hoar,
Is gone; and now the Wedding-guest

Turn'd from the Bridegroom's door.

He went, like one that hath been stunn'd

And is of sense forlorn: A sadder and a wiser man

He rose the morrow morn.

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