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Till noon we silently sailed on,
Yet never a breeze did breathe : Slowly and smoothly went the Ship
Moved onward from beneath.
Under the keel nine fathom deep
From the land of mist and snow
The Spirit slid : and it was He
That made the Ship to go.
And the Ship stood still also.
The Sun right up above the mast
Had fixed her to the ocean : But in a minute she 'gan stir With a short
motion Backwards and forwards halt her length, With a short
Then, like a pawing horse let go,
She made a sudden bound :
It flung the blood into my head,
And I fell into a swound.
How long in that same fit I lay,
I have not to declare;
Two voices in the air.
• Is it he?' quoth one, 'Is this the man?
By him who died on cross,
The harmless Albatross.
The Spirit who bideth by himself
In the land of mist and snow,
Who shot him with his bow.
The other was a softer voice,
As soft as honey-dew : Quoth he, The man hath penance done, And
penance more will do.'
"But tell me, tell me! speak again,
Thy soft response renewingWhat makes that ship drive on so fast ?
What is the Ocean doing?'
Still as a Slave before his Lord,
His great bright eye most silently
Up to the moon is cast
If he may
know which way to go, For she 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
Without or wave or wind ?'
Second Voice. • The air is cut away before,
And closes from behind.
Fly, brother, Ay! more high, more high,
Or we shall be belated :
For slow and slow that ship will go,
When the Mariner's trance is abated.'