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The ice was here, the ice was there, | Down dropt the breeze, the sails dropt down, The ice was all around:
"Twas sad as sad could be; It cracked and growled,and roar'd and howl'd, And we did speak only to break Like noises in a swound!
The silence of the sea !
At length did cross an Albatross :
All in a hot and copper sky,
It ate the food it ne'er had eat,
Day after day, day after day,
We stuck, nor breath nor motion,
Upon a painted ocean.
And all the boards did shrink;
Water water, every where, Came to the Mariner's hollo!
any drop to drink. In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud, It perch'd for vespers nine;
The very deep did rot: 0 Christ! Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs
That ever this should be!
white, Glimmered the white Moon-shine.
Upon the slimy sea.
God save thee, ancient Mariner!
About, about, in reel and rout From the fiends, that plague thee thus!
The death-fires danced at night; Why lookst thou so?— With my crossbow
The water, like a witch's oils, I shot the ALBATROSS!
Burnt green, and blue and white.
And some in dreams assured were
The Sun now rose upon the right:
And every tongue, through utter drought,
And the good south-wind still blew behind, Ah! well a-day! what evil looks
Had I from old and young!
Instead of the cross, the Albatross
About my neck was hung.
THERE passed a weary time. Each throat The glorious Sun uprist:
Was parched, and glazed each eye. Then all averred, I had killed the bird
A weary time! a weary time! That brought the fog and mist.
How glazed each weary eye! "Twas right, said they, such birds to slay,
When looking westward, i beheld
A something in the sky.
And then it seem'd a mist:
It moved and moved, and took at last Into that silent sea.
A certain shape, I wist.
A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist! We listen'd and look'd sideways up!
Fear at my heart, as at a cup,
My life-blood seem'd to sip!
The stars were dim, and thick the night,
white; With throat unslak’d, with black lips baked, From the sails the dewe did dripWe could nor laugh nor wail;
Till clombe above the eastern bar Through utter drought all dumb we stood! The horned Moon, with one bright star I bit my arm, I sucked the blood,
Within the nether tip. And cried: A sail ! a sail !
One after one, by the star-doggd Moon With throat unslak’d, with black lips baked, Too quick for groan or sigh, Agape they heard me call:
Each turnd his face with a ghastly pang, Gramercy! they for joy did grin,
And curs’d me with his eye.
Four times fifty living men,
(And I heard nor sigh nor groan) See! see! (I cried) she tacks no more! With heavy thump, a lifeless lump, Hither to work us weal;
They dropped down one by one.
The souls did from their bodies fly,
They fled to bliss or woe! The western wave was all a-flame.
And every soul, it passed me by,
Like the whiz of my CROSS-BOW!
And straight the Sun was flecked with bars,
IV. (Heaven's Mother send us grace!) As if through a dungeon-grate he peer'd,
I Fear thee, ancient Mariner! With broad and burning face.
I fear thy skinny hand!
And thou art long, and lank, and brown, Alas! (thought I, and my heart beat loud) As is the ribbed sea-sand. How fast she nears and nears! Are those her sails that glance in the Sun, I fear thee and thy glittering eye, Like restless gossameres!
And thy skinny hand, so brown.
Fear not, fear not, thou wedding-guest! Are those her ribs through which the Sun This body dropt not down. Did peer, as through a grate ? And is that Woman all her crew ?
Alone, alone, all, all alone, Is that a Death? and are there two ? Alone on a wide wide sea! Is Death that woman's mate?
And never a saint took pity on
My soul in agony.
The many men, so beautiful!
And they all dead did lie: The Night-Mair Lips-in-Death was she, And a thousand thousand slimy things Who thicks man's blood with cold. Livid on; and so did I.
The naked hulk alongside came,
I look’d upon the rotting sea,
The Sun's rim dips; the stars rush out:
I look’d to Heaven, and tried to pray;
I closed my lids, and kept them close, The silly buckets on the deck,
That had so long remained,
My lips were wet, my throat was cold, The cold sweat melted from their limbs, Nor rot nor reek did they :
My garments all were dank;
Sure I had drunken in my dreams,
And still my body drank.
I moved, and could not feel my limbs : A spirit from on high;
I was so light--almost But oh! more horrible than that
I thought that I had died in sleep,
And was a blessed ghost.
And soon I heard a roaring wind :
It did not come anear;
That were so thin and sere.
The upper air burst into life!
And a hundred fire-flags sheen,
To and fro they were hurried about;
And to and fro, and in and out,
The wan stars danced between.
And the coming wind did roar more lond, Beyond the shadow of the ship,
And the sails did sigh like sedge; I watch'd the water-snakes:
And the rain pour'd down from one black They moved in tracks of shining white,
cloud; And when they reared, the elfish light
The Moon was at its edge. Fell off in hoary flakes.
The thick black cloud was cleft, and still Within the shadow of the ship
The Moon was at its side: I watch'd their rich attire:
Like waters shot from some high crag, Blue, glossy green, and velvet black,
The lightning fell with never a jag,
The loud wind never reached the ship,
Yet now the ship moved on! A spring of love gusht from my heart,
Beneath the lightning and the Moon
The dead men gave a groan.
They groan'd, they stirr'd, they all uprosc,
Nor spake, nor moved their eyes;
To have seen those dead men rise.
The helmsman steered, the ship moved on;
They raised their limbs like lifeless tools-
We were a ghastly crew.
The body of my brother's son
But he said nought to me.
I fear thee, ancient Mariner!
Is it he? quoth one, is this the man? Be calm, thou' wedding-guest!
By Him who died on cross, 'Twas not those souls that fled in pain, With his cruel bow he laid full low, Which to their corses came again,
The harmless Albatross. But a troop of spirits blest:
The spirit who bideth by himself For when it dawned—they dropped their In the land of mist and snow,
He loved the bird that loved the man And clustered round the mast;
Who shot him with his bow. Sweet sounds rose slowly through their
The other was a softer voice, And from their bodies passed.
As soft as honey-dew;
Quoth he: The man hath penance done, Around, around, flew each sweet sound, And penance more will do. Then darted to the Sun; Slowly the sounds came back again, Now mixed, now one by one.
Under the keel nine fathom deep,
But why drives on that ship so fast,
Without or wave or wind ?
The air is cut away before,
Fly, brother, fly! more high, more high!
Or we shall be belated :
When the Mariner's trance is abated.
I woke, and we were sailing on
As in a gentle weather: And I fell down in a swound.
”Twas night, calm night, the Moon was high;
The dead men stood together.
All stood together on the deck,
For a charnel-dungeon fitter: I heard and in my soul discerned
All fixed on me their stony eyes, Two Poices in the air.
That in the Moon did glitter.
The pang, the curse, with which they died, This seraph-band, each waved his hand:
It was a heavenly sight!
Each one a lovely light:
And now this spell was snapt: once more This seraph-band, each waved his hand, I viewed the ocean green,
No voice did they impartAnd looked far forth, yet little saw
No voice; but oh! the silence sank
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,
Dear Lord in Heaven! it was a joy
The dead men uld not blast.
I saw a third-I heard his voice :
He singeth loud his godly hymns
He'll shrieve my soul, he'll wash away
The Albatross's blood.
Oh! dream of joy! is this indeed
This Hermit good lives in that wood
Which slopes down to the sea.
How loudly his sweet voice he rears! We drifted o'er the harbour-bar,
He loves to talk with marineres And I with sobs did pray
That come from a far countree. 0 let me be awake, my God! Or let me sleep alway.
He kneels at morn, and noon and eve
He hath a cushion plump:
The rotted old vak-stump.
The skiff-boat near’d: I heard them talk :
Why this is strange, I trow!
That signal made but now?
Strange, by my faith! the Hermit said
And they answered not our cheer! And the bay was white with silent light, The planks look warped! and see those sails. Till rising from the same,
How thin they are and sere! Full many shapes, that shadows were, I never saw ought like to them, In crimson colours came.
Unless perchance it were
Brown skeletons of leaves that lag A little distance from the prow
My forest-brook along; Those crimson shadows were:
When the ivy-tod is heavy with snow,
That eats the she-wolf's young.
(The Pilot made reply) A man all light, a seraph-man,
I am a-feared-Push on, push on! On every corec there stood.
Said the Hermit cheerily,