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him but the skeleton of a
And its ribs
are seen as bars on the face of the setting Sun. The spectrewoman and her death
mate, and no other on
board the skeleton-ship.
Like vessel, like crew!
And straight the Sun was flecked with bars,
As if through a dungeon-grate he peer'd,
Alas! (thought I, and my heart beat loud)
Are those her sails that glance in the Sun,
Are those her ribs through which the Sun
And is that Woman all her crew?
Is that a DEATH? and are there two?
IS DEATH that woman's mate?
Her lips were red, her looks were free,
Her skin was as white as leprosy,
The Night-Mair LIFE-IN-DEATH was she,
The naked hulk alongside came,
And the twain were casting dice;
"The game is done! I've, I've won !" Quoth she, and whistles thrice.
A gust of wind sterte up behind
And whistled through his bones;
Through the holes of his eyes and the hole
of his mouth,
Half whistles and half groans.
The Sun's rim dips; the stars rush out:
At one stride comes the dark;
With far-heard whisper, o'er the sea,
Off shot the spectre-bark.
We listen'd and look'd sideways up!.
Fear at my heart, as at a cup,
My life-blood seem'd to sip!
The stars were dim, and thick the night,
The steersman's face by his lamp gleam'd
From the sails the dews did drip
Till clombe above the eastern bar
The horned Moon, with one bright star
Within the nether tip.
diced for the ship's crew, and she (the latter) win
neth the an
At the rising
of the Moon,
One after another,
His shipmates drop down dead;
One after one, by the star-dogg'd Moon
Each turn'd his face with a ghastly pang,
And curs'd me with his eye.
Four times fifty living men,
The souls did from their bodies fly,
gins her work They fled to bliss or woe!
on the ancient Mariner.
And every soul, it passed me by,
Like the whiz of my CROSS-BOW !
THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER.
PART THE FOURTH.
"I FEAR thee, ancient Mariner!
I fear thy skinny hand!
And thou art long, and lank, and brown,
As is the ribbed sea-sand.*
I fear thee and thy glittering eye,
Fear not, fear not, thou Wedding-Guest!
This body dropt not down.
Alone, alone, all, all alone,
Alone on a wide wide sea!
The wedding. guest feareth
that a spirit is
But the ancient Mariner assureth him of his bodily life, and proceedeth to relate his hor
For the two last lines of this stanza, I am indebted to Mr. WORDSWORTH. It was on a delightful walk from Nether Stowey to Dulverton, with him and his sister, in the Autumn of 1797, that that this Poem was planned, and in part composed.
of the calm,
that they should live,
and so many lie dead.
And never a saint took pity on
The many men, so beautiful!
And they all dead did lie:
And a thousand thousand slimy things
I look'd upon the rotting sea,
I look'd upon the rotting deck,
And there the dead men lay.
I look'd to Heaven, and tried to pray;
But or ever a prayer had gusht,
A wicked whisper came, and made
My heart as dry as dust.
I closed my lids, and kept them close,
And the balls like pulses beat;
For the sky and the sea, and the sea and
Lay, like a cloud, on my weary eye,
And the dead were at my feet.