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The rock shone bright, the kirk no less,
That stands above the rock :
The moonlight steeped in silentness
The steady weathercock.

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And the bay was white with silent light
Till rising from the same,
Full many shapes, that shadows were,
In crimson colours came.

The angelic spirits leave the dead bodies,

And appear in their own forms of light.

A little distance from the prow
Those crimson shadows were:

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I turned my eyes upon the deck-
Oh, Christ! what saw I there !

Each corse lay flat, lifeless and flat,
And, by the holy rood !
A man all light, a seraph-man,
On every corse there stood.

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This seraph-band, each waved his hand,
It was a heavenly sight!
They stood as signals to the land
Each one a lovely light;

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This seraph-band, each waved his hand,
No voice did they impart-
No voice; but oh! the silence sank
Like music on my heart.

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But soon I heard the dash of oars
I heard the pilot's cheer ;
My head was turned perforce away,
And I saw a boat appear.

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The pilot and the pilot's boy,
I heard them coming fast:
Dear Lord in heaven! it was a joy
The dead men could not blast.

I saw a third-I heard his voice:
It is the hermit good !

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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.

PART VII.

The hermit of the wood,

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This hermit good lives in that wood
Which slopes down to the sea.
How loudly his sweet voice he rears!
He loves to talk with marineres
That come from a far countree.

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He kneels at morn, and noon, and eve-
He hath a cushion plump:
It is the moss that wholly hides
The rotted old oak-stump.

The skiff-boat neared : I heard them talk,
" Why, this is strange, I trow!
Where are those lights so many and fair,
That signal made but now?”

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Approacheth
the ship
with wonder.

"Strange, by my faith !” the hermit said-
" And they answered not our cheer!
The planks look warped ! and see those sails,
How thin they are and sere !

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I never saw aught like to them,
Unless perchance it were

Brown skeletons of leaves that lag
My forest-brook along;
When the ivy-tod is heavy with snow,
And the owlet whoops to the wolf below,
That eats the she-wolf's young.”

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“Dear Lord ! it hath a fiendish look-
(The pilot made reply)
I am a-feared”-“Push on, push on!”
Said the hermit cheerily.

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The boat came closer to the ship,
But I nor spake nor stirred ;
The boat came close beneath the ship,
And straight a sound was heard.

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The ship suddenly sinketh.

Under the water it rumbled on,
Still louder and more dread :
It reached the ship, it split the bay ;
The ship went down like lead.

Stunned by that loud and dreadful sound, 550 The ancient

Mariner is Which sky and ocean smote,

saved in the

pilot's boat. Like one that hath been seven days drowned My body lay afloat; But swift as dreams, myself I found Within the pilot's boat.

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PART III.

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THERE passed a weary time. Each throat
Was parched, and glazed each eye.
A weary time! a weary time!
How glazed each weary eye,
When looking westward, I beheld
A something in the sky.

The ancient Mariner beholdeth a sign in the element afar off.

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At first it seemed a little speck,
And then it seemed a mist;
It moved and moved, and took at last
A certain shape, I wist.

A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist !
And still it neared and neared :
As if it dodged a water-sprite,
It plunged and tacked and veered.

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At its nearer

With throats unslaked, with black lips baked, approach, it seemeth him to be a ship; We could nor laugh nor wail ; and amandear Through utter drought all dumb we stood ! freeth his speech from I bit my arm, I sucked the blood,

And cried, A sail! a sail !

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the bonds of thirst,

With throats unslaked, with black lips baked,
Agape they heard me call :

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