"The selfsame moment I could pray;

And from my neck so free

The Albatross fell off, and sank

Like lead into the sea."

The spell begins to break..

PART V.

"OH Sleep! it is a gentle thing,
Beloved from pole to pole!

To Mary Queen the praise be given !
She sent the gentle sleep from Heaven,
That slid into my soul.

"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.

"I moved, and could not feel my limbs :

I was so light-almost

I thought that I had died in sleep,

And was a blessed ghost.

By grace of the holy Mother, the ancient Mariner is refreshed with rain.

He heareth

sounds and seeth

strange sights

"And soon I heard a roaring wind:

It did not come anear;

and commotions But with its sound it shook the sails,

in the sky and

the elements.

That were so thin and sere.

The bodies of the

ship's crew are

inspired, and the

ship moves on;

"The upper air burst into life!
And a hundred fire-flags sheen,
To and fro they were hurried about!
And to and fro, and in and out,
The wan stars danced between.

“And the coming wind did roar more loud,
And the sails did sigh like sedge;

And the rain poured down from one black cloud
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,
A river steep and wide.

"The loud wind never reached the ship,
Yet now the ship moved on!

Beneath the lightning and the moon

The dead men gave a groan.

"They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose,
Nor spake, nor moved their eyes;

It had been strange, even in a dream,
To have seen those dead men rise.