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"The Rime of the Ancient Mariner"
In Seven Parts [ Part I ] [ Part II ] [ Part III ] [ Part IV ] [ Part V ] [ Part VI ] [ Part VII ] |
PART VI FIRST VOICE Thy soft response renewing-- What makes that ship drive on so fast ? What is the ocean doing ?' SECOND VOICE The ocean hath no blast: His great bright eye most silently Up to the Moon is cast-- For she guides him smooth or grim. See, brother, see! how graciously She looketh down on him.' The Mariner hath been cast into a trance: for the angelic power causeth the vessel to drive northward faster than human life could endure. FIRST VOICE Without or wave or wind ?' SECOND VOICE And closes from behind. Or we shall be belated: For slow and slow that ship will go, When the Mariner's trance is abated.' The supernatural motion is retarded: the Mariner awakes, and his penance begins anew. As in a gentle weather: 'Twas night, calm night, the moon was high: The dead men stood together. For a charnel-dungeon fitter: All fixed on me their stony eyes, That in the Moon did glitter. Had never passed away: I could not draw my eyes from theirs, Nor turn them up to pray. The curse is finally expiated. I viewed the ocean green, And looked far forth, yet little saw Of what had else been seen-- 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. Nor sound nor motion made: Its path was not upon the sea, In ripple or in shade. Like a meadow-gale of spring-- It mingled strangely with my fears, Yet it felt like a welcoming. Yet she sailed softly too: Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze-- On me alone it blew. And the ancient Mariner beholdeth his native country. The light-house top I see ? Is this the hill ? is this the kirk ? Is this mine own countree ? And I with sobs did pray-- O let me be awake, my God! Or let me sleep alway. So smoothly it was strewn! And on the bay the moonlight lay, And the shadow of the Moon. [Additional stanzas, dropped after the first edition.] That stands above the rock: The moonlight steeped in silentness The steady weathercock. The angelic spirits leave the dead bodies, Till rising from the same, Full many shapes, that shadows were, In crimson colours came. And appear in their own forms of light. Those crimson shadows were: I turned my eyes upon the deck-- Oh, Christ! what saw I there! And, by the holy rood! A man all light, a seraph-man, On every corse there stood. It was a heavenly sight! They stood as signals to the land, Each one a lovely light: No voice did they impart-- No voice: but oh! the silence sank Like music on my heart. I heard the Pilot's cheer: My head was turned perforce away And I saw a boat appear. [Additional stanza, dropped after the first edition.] I heard them coming fast: Dear Lord in Heaven! it was a joy The dead men could not blast. It is the Hermit good! He singeth loud his godly hymns That he makes in the wood. He'll shrieve my soul, he'll wash away The Albatross's blood. | ||
"The Rime of the Ancient Mariner" (In Seven Parts) [ Part I ] [ Part II ] [ Part III ] [ Part IV ] [ Part V ] [ Part VI ] [ Part VII ] |
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