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 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, fly! more high, more high,

Or we shall be belated:

For slow and slow that ship will

go,

When the Mariner's trance is abated.'

VOL. I.

"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.

The pang, the curse, 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,

And looked far forth, yet little saw

Of what had else been seen

Like one, 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 spring

It mingled strangely with my fears,

Yet it felt like a welcoming.

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Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship,

Yet she sailed softly too:

Sweetly, sweetly blew the breezeOn 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,
And I with sobs did pray-

O let me be awake, my God!
Or let me sleep alway.'

The harbour-bay was clear as glass,
So smoothly it was strewn !
And on the bay the moonlight lay,

And the shadow of the moon.