"The Pilot and the Pilot's boy, I heard them coming fast: Dear Lord in Heaven! it was a joy "I saw a third—I heard his voice: He singeth loud his godly hymns PART VII. "THIS Hermit good lives in that wood Which slopes down to the sea. How loudly his sweet voice he rears! That come from a far countree. “He kneels at morn, and noon, He hath a cushion plump: It is the moss that wholly hides and eve "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?' The Hermit of the wood Approacheth the ship with wonder. Strange, by my faith!' the Hermit said— And they answered not our cheer. The planks looked warped! and see those sails, How thin they are and sere! 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 "Dear Lord! it hath a fiendish look- I am a-feared'' Push on, push on!' "The boat came closer to the ship, The boat came close beneath the ship, "Under the water it rumbled on, Still louder and more dread: It reached the ship, it split the bay; "Stunned by that loud and dreadful sound, Like one that hath been seven days drowned But swift as dreams, myself I found Within the Pilot's boat. G The ship suddenly sinketh. The ancient Mariner is saved in the Pilot's boat. |