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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."

« Dcar 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 !

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• 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.

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• 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,

"6 The Devil knows how to row.” VOL. I.

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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.

"O shrieve me, shrieve me, Holy Man!

· The Hermit cross'd his browSay quick,” quoth he, “ I bid thee say +66 What manner man art thou?"

« Forthwith this frame of mine was wrench'd

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

" 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.

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.

• O sweeter than the Marriage-feast,

6 '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.

• 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 morna

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