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But not by the sonls of the men, nor by dæmons of earth or middle air, but by a blessed troop of angelic spirits, sent down by the invocation
“I fear thee, ancient Mariner !"
For when it dawned—they dropped their
Sweet sounds rose slowly through their
Around, around, flew each sweet sound,
Sometimes a-dropping from the sky
And now 'twas like all instruments,
It ceased; yet still the sails made on
Till noon we quietly sailed on,
Under the keel nine fathom deep,
The lonesome spirit from the south-pole carries on the ship as far as the line, in obedience to the angelic
still requireth vengeance.
The Sun, right up above the mast,
Then like a pawing horse let go,
She made a sudden bound :
It flung the blood into my head,
The PolarSpi- How long in that same fit I lay,
I have not to declare; invisible in
But ere my living life returned, habitants of the element, I heard and in my soul discerned take part in
Two Voices in the air. and two of them relate, one to the
“ Is it he?” quoth one, “ Is this the man? other, that penance long By him who died on cross,
, and heavy for
With his cruel bow he laid full 'low, the ancient Mariner hath The harmless Albatross. been accord. ed to the Polar Spirit, who returneth southward.
The spirit who bideth by himself
The other was a softer voice,
THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER.
PART THE SIXTH.
But tell me, tell me! speak again,
Still as a slave before his lord,
If he may know which way to go;