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A flash of joy;
And horror follows. For can it be a ship that comes onward without wind or tide ?
Gramercy! they for joy did grin,
It seemeth him but the skeleton of a
And straight the sun was flecked with bars,
Alas! (thought I, and my heart beat loud)
And its ribs
bars on the Are those her ribs through which the sun 185 face of the
setting sun. Did peer, as through a grate ?
woman and And is that woman all her crew ?
mate, and no Is that a Death ? and are there two ?
other on board the
skeletonIs Death that woman's mate?
Like vessel, Her lips were red, her looks were free,
Her locks were yellow as gold :
Death and The naked hulk alongside came,
And the twain were casting dice; . ship's crew, and she the “The game is done! I've won! I've won!” latter) winneth the Quoth she, and whistles thrice. ancient Mariner. No twilight The sun's rim dips; the stars rush out; within the courts of the At one stride comes the dark;
With far-heard whisper, o'er the sea,
of the moon.
At the rising We listened and looked sideways up!
Fear at my heart, as at a cup,
One after another,
One after one, by the star-dogged moon,
Each turned his face with a ghastly pang,
His shipmates drop down dead.
Four times fifty living men,
The souls did from their bodies fly,–
220 But Life-in
Death begins her work on the ancient Mariner.
“I FEAR thee, ancient Mariner !
The wedding guest feareth that a spirit is talking to him.
I fear thee and thy glittering eye,
But the anFear not, fear not, thou wedding-guest! 230 cient Mari
ner assureth This body dropt not down.
him of his bodily life, and proceed
eth to relate 1 For the last two lines of this stanza, I am indebted his horrible to Mr. Wordsworth. It was on a delightful walk from penance. Nether Stowey to Dulverton, with him and his sister, in the autumn of 1797, that this poem was planned, and in part composed.”
Alone, alone, all, all alone,
the creatures of the calm.
He despiseth The many men, so beautiful!
And they all dead did lie:
And envieth should live,
and so many lie dead.
I looked upon the rotting sea,
I looked to heaven, and tried to pray ;
I closed my lids, and kept them close,
But the curse liveth for him in
The cold sweat melted from their limbs,
255 the eye of
The look with which they looked on me
An orphan's curse would drag to hell
The moving moon went up the sky,
In his loneli. And no where did abide :
fixedness he Softly she was going up,
wards the And a star or two beside
still sojourn, yet still move onward; and every where the blue sky belongs to them, and is their appointed rest, and natural homes, which they enter unannounced, as lords that are certainly expected and yet there is a silent joy at their arrival.
Her beams bemocked the sultry main,
Beyond the shadow of the ship,
By the light of the moon he beholdeth God's creatures of the great calm.