We drifted o'er the harbour-bar, O let me be awake, my God! The harbour-bay was clear as glass, And on the bay the moonlight lay, And the shadow of the Moon. The rock shone bright, the kirk no less, That stands above the rock : The moonlight steeped in silentness The steady weathercock. And the bay was white with silent light Till, rising from the same, Full many shapes, that shadows were, In crimson colours came. A little distance from the prow Each corse lay flat, lifeless and flat, A man all light, a seraph-man, The angelic spirits leave the dead bodies. And appear in their own forms of light. This seraph-band, each waved his hand: 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; My head was turned perforce away, The Pilot and the Pilot's boy, 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! 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. THIS Hermit good lives in that wood How loudly his sweet voice he rears! That come from a far countree. 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. 6 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, Strange, by my faith!' the Hermit Approach said 'And they answered not our cheer! eth the ship with won der. The ship suddenly sinketh. The planks looked warped! and see those sails, How thin they are and sere! I never saw aught like to them, 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; The ancient Stunned by that loud and dreadful Mariner is saved in the Pilot's boat sound, Which sky and ocean smote, Like one that hath been seven days drowned My body lay afloat; But swift as dreams, myself I found Upon the whirl, where sank the ship, I moved my lips-the Pilot shrieked The holy hermit raised his eyes, I took the oars: the Pilot's boy, Laughed loud and long, and all the while His eyes went to and fro. Ha ha!' quoth he, 'full plain I see, The Devil knows how to row.' And now, all in my own countree, I stood on the firm land! The Hermit stepped forth from the boat, And scarcely he could stand. |