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The cold sweat melted from their limbs,
The look with which they look'd on me
An orphan's curse would drag to Hell
A spirit from on high;
But oh! more horrible than that
Is the curse in a dead man's eye!
Seven days, seven nights, I saw that curse,
The moving Moon went up the sky,
And no where did abide :
Softly she was going up,
And a star or two beside
Her beams bemock'd the sultry main,
But where the ship's huge shadow lay,
A still and awful red.
But the curse liveth for him
in the eye of the dead men.
In his loneli
ness and fixedness, he yearneth towards the journeying Moon, and the stars that still sojourn, yet still move onward; and
every where the blue sky belongs to them, and is
their appointed rest, and their native country, and
their own natural homes, which they enter unannounced, as lords that are certainly expected, and yet there is a silent joy at their arrival.
By the light of the Moon he beholdeth God's creatures of the great calm.
Beyond the shadow of the ship,
I watch'd the water-snakes:
They moved in tracks of shining white,
And when they reared, the elfish light
Their beauty and their happiness.
He blesseth them in his heart.
The spell begins to break.
They coiled and swam; and every track
O happy living things! no tongue
A spring of love gusht from my heart,
Sure my kind saint took pity on me,
The self same moment I could pray ;
neck so free
The Albatross fell off, and sank
Like lead into the sea.
THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER.
PART THE FIFTH.
Oh SLEEP! it is a gentle thing,
Belov'd from pole to pole !
To Mary Queen the praise be given!
She sent the gentle sleep from Heaven,
The silly buckets on the deck,
That had so long remained,
I dreamt that they were filled with dew;
And when I awoke, it rained.
My lips were wet, my throat was cold,
My garments all were dank;
Sure I had drunken in my dreams,
And still my body drank.
By grace of the holy Mother, the
ancient Mariner is refreshed with rain.
I moved, and could not feel my limbs:
I thought that I had died in sleep,
And soon I heard a roaring wind:
It did not come anear;
strange sights But with its sound it shook the sails,
tions in the
sky and the
That were so thin and sere.
The upper air burst into life!
To and fro they were hurried about;
The wan stars danced between.
And the coming wind did roar more loud,
And the sails did sigh like sedge;
And the rain pour'd down from one black
The Moon was at its edge.
The thick black cloud was cleft, and still
The Moon was at its side:
Like waters shot from some high crag,
The lightning fell with never a jag,
The loud wind never reached the ship,
Yet now the ship moved on!
They groan'd, they stirr'd, they all uprose,
It had been strange, even in a dream,
To have seen those dead men rise.
The bodies of the ship's
crew are inspirited, and the ship moves on;
The helmsman steered, the ship moved on ;
Yet never a breeze up blew ;
The mariners all 'gan work the ropes,
Where they were wont to do:
They raised their limbs like lifeless tools
We were a ghastly crew.
The body of my brother's son
Stood by me, knee to knee:
The body and I pulled at one rope,
But he said nought to me.