Quoth he, "The man hath penance done, PART VI. FIRST VOICE. BUT tell me, tell me! speak again, SECOND VOICE. Still as a slave before his lord, His great bright eye most silently If he may know which way to go; FIRST VOICE. But why drives on that ship so fast, Without or wave or wind? The Mariner hath been cast into a trance; for the angelic power causeth the vessel to drive north ward faster than human life could endure. The supernatural motion is retarded; the Mariner awakes, and his penance begins anew. The curse is finally expiated. Fly, brother, fly! more high, more high! For slow and slow that ship will go, 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, The pang, the curse, with which they died, I could not draw my eyes from theirs, And now this spell was snapt: once more I view'd the ocean green, And look'd far forth, yet little saw Of what had else been seen- * Like one that on a lonesome † road * And in its time the spell was snapt, I look'd far-forth, but little saw + Lonely-lb. And having once turn'd 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, Its path was not upon the sea, It raised my hair, it fann'd my cheek Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Oh! dream of joy! is this indeed Is this the hill? is this the kirk? We drifted o'er the harbour-bar, The harbour-bay was clear as glass, And the ancient Mariner beholdeth his native country. And on the bay the moonlight lay, [The moonlight bay was white all o'er Full many shapes, that shadows were, A little distance from the prow I turn'd my head in fear and dread, The bodies had advanced, and now They lifted up their stiff right arms, I pray'd and turn'd my head away Forth looking as before. There was no breeze upon the bay, No wave against the shore.]* *The above five stanzas are only in the edition of 1798.-ED. The rock shone bright, the kirk no less, The moonlight steep'd in silentness And the bay was white with silent light, Full many shapes, that shadows were, A little distance from the prow Each corse lay flat, lifeless and flat, A man all light, a seraph-man, On every corse there stood. This seraph-band, each waved his hand: It was a heavenly sight! They stood as signals to the land, This seraph-band, each waved his hand, No voice did they impart 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; The angelic spirits leave the dead bodies, And appear in their own forms of light. |