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“ 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,
For a charnel-dungeon fitter : *All fixed on me their stony eyes
That in the moon did glitter.
with which they died, Had never passed away ; I could not draw my eyes from theirs,
Nor turn them up to pray.
And now this spell was snapt: once more
I viewed the ocean green,
Of what had else been seen
that on a lonesome road
Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round, walks on
And turns no more his head ; Because he knows, a frightful fiend
Doth close behind him tread.
But soon there breathed a wind on me,
Nor sound nor motion made :
Its path was not upon the sea
In ripple or in shade.
It raised my hair, it fanned my cheek,
Like a meadow-gale of springIt mingled strangely with my fears,
Yet it felt like a welcoming.
Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship,
Yet she sailed softly too: Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze,
On me alone it blew,
O dream of joy! is this indeed
The light-house top I see? Is this the Hill? Is this the Kirk ?
Is this mine own countrée ?
We drifted o'er the Harbour-bar,
let me be awake, my God!
The harbour-bay was clear as glass,
So smoothly it was stre:vn! And on the bay the moonlight lay,
And the shadow of the moon.
The rock shone bright, the kirk no less
That stands above the rock :
The steady weathercock.
And the bay was white with silent light,
Till rising from the same
In crimson colours came.
A little distance from the prow
Those crimson shadows were :
I turned my eyes upon the check
O Christ! what saw I there?
Each corse lay flat, lifeless and flat;
And by the Holy rood
On every corse there stood.
This seraph-band, each waved his hand :
It was a heavenly sight :
Each one a lovely light :
This seraph-band, each waved his hand,
No voice did they impart-
Like music on my heart.
But soon I heard the dash of oars,
I heard the pilot's cheer :
And I saw a boat appear.
The pilot, and the pilot's boy,
I heard them coming fast:
The dead men could not blast.