The other was a softer voice, As soft as honey-dew : Quoth he the man hath penance done, And penance more will do. VI. FIRST VOICE. "But tell me, tell me! speak again, "Thy soft response renewing "What makes that ship drive on so fast? "What is the Ocean doing? SECOND VOICE. "Still as a Slave before his Lord, "The Ocean hath no blast: "His great bright eye most silently "Up to the moon is cast "If he may know which way to go, "For the guides him smooth or grim. "See, brother, see! how graciously "She looketh down on him. FIRST VOICE. "But why drives on that ship so fast "Withouten wave or wind? SECOND VOICE. The air is cut away before, "And closes from behind. "Fly, brother, fly! more high, more high, "Or we fhall be belated. "For slow and slow that ship will go, "When the Marinere's trance is abated. I woke, and we were sailing on As in a gentle weather: Twas night, calm night, the moon was high; The dead men stood together. All stood together on the deck, All fix'd on me their stony eyes The pang, the curse, with which they died, Had never pass'd away : I could not draw my een from theirs Ne turn them up to pray. And in its time the spell was snapt, Of what might else be seen. Like one, that on a lonely road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turn'd round, walks on But soon there breath'd a wind on me, Ne sound ne motion made : Its path was not upon the sea In ripple or in shade. It rais'd my hair, it fann'd my cheek, |