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Around, around, flew each sweet sound,
Sometimes a-dropping from the sky
And now 'twas like all instruments,
It ceased; yet still the sails made no
Till noon we quietly sailed on,
Under the keel nine fathom deep,
That made the ship to go.
quireth The Sun, right up above the mast,
vengeance. Had fixed her to the ocean : But in a minute she 'gan stir, With a short uneasy motionBackwards and forwards half her length With a short uneasy motion.
Then like a pawing horse let go,
How long in that same fit I lay,
Spirit's felI have not to declare;
the invisible But ere my living life returned,
of the eleI heard, and in my soul discerned
ment, take Two voices in the air.
part in his wrong; and two of them
relate, one 'Is it he ?' quoth one, 'Is this the me a ? to the other, By him who died on cross,
and heavy With his cruel bow he laid full low
for the an
cient MaThe harmless Albatross.
riner hath been accord
ed to the The spirit who bideth by himself
who returnIn the land of mist and snow,
ward. He loved the bird that loved the man Who shot him with his bow.'
The other was a softer voice,
• But tell me, tell me! speak again, Thy soft response renewingWhat makes that ship drive on so
fast ? What is the ocean doing ?'
• Still as a slave before his lord,
If he may know which way to go; For she guides him smooth or grim. See, brother, see! how graciously She looketh down on him.'
• 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 northward faster than human life could endure.
• The air is cut away before, And closes from behind.
Fly, brother, fly! more high, more high!
I woke, and we were sailing on
The supernatural mo
tion is reAs in a gentle weather :
tarded; the 'Twas night, calm night, the moon was Mariner
awakes, and high;
begins The dead men stood together.
All stood together on the deck,
The pang, the curse, with which they
The curse And now this spell was snapt: once more
And looked far forth, yet little saw
Like one, that on a lonesome road
But soon there breathed a wind on me,
It raised my hair, it fanned ту
Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship,
cient Mariner beholdeth his native country.
Oh ! dream of joy ! is this indeed
Is this the hill ? is this the kirk?