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I mov'd and could not feel my limbs,
I was so light, almost
And was a blessed Ghost.
The roaring wind ! it roar'd far off,
It did not come anear ;
But with its sound it shook the sails
That were so thin and sere.
The upper air bursts into life,
And a hundred fire-flags sheen To and fro they are hurried about; And to and fro, and in and out
The stars dance on between.
The coming wind doth roar more loud ;
The sails do sigh, like sedge: The rain pours down from one black cloud
And the Moon is at its edge.
Hark! hark! the thick black cloud is cleft,
And the Moon is at its side :
A river steep and wide.
The strong wind reach'd the ship: it roar'd
And dropp'd down, like a stone! Beneath the lightning and the moon
The dead men gave a groan.
They groan'd, they stirr'd, they all uprose,
Ne spake, ne mov'd their eyes :
To have seen those dead men rise.
The helmsman steerd, the ship mov'd on;
Yet never a breeze up-blew;
Where they were wont to do:
They rais'd their limbs like lifeless tools
We were a ghastly crew.
The body of my
But he said nought to me-
How frightful it would be !
The day-light dawn'd—they dropp'd their arms,
And cluster'd round the mast:
And from their bodies pass'd.
Around, around, flew each sweet sound,
Then darted to the sun :
Now mix'd, now one by one.
Sometimes a dropping from the sky
I heard the Lavrock sing ; Sometimes all little birds that are How they seem'd to fill the sea and air
With their sweet jargoning,
And now 'twas like all instruments,
Now like a lonely flute; And now it is an angel's song
That makes the heavens be mute.
It ceas'd : yet still the sails made on
A pleasant noise till noon,
In the leafy month of June,
Singeth a quiet tune.
Listen, O listen, thou Wedding-guest !
“ Marinere ! thou hast thy will : “ For that, which comes out of thine eye,
doth make "My body and soul to be still."
Never sadder tale was told
To a man of woman born :
Thou'lt rise to morrow morn.
Never sadder tale was heard
By a man of woman born :
As silent as beforne.
The Marineres all 'gan pull the ropes,
But look at me they n'old : Thought I, I am as thin as air
They cannot me behold.