They coil’d and swam; and every trackWas a flash of golden fire.
O happy living things! no tongue
Their beauty might declare:
A spring of love gusht from my heart,
And I bless’d them unaware!
Sure my kind saint took pity on me,
And I bless’d them unaware.
The selfsame moment I could pray;
And from my neck so free
The Albatross fell off, and sank
Like lead into the sea.
V.
O sleep, it is a gentle thing
Belov’d from pole to pole!
To Mary-queen the praise be given
She sent the gentle sleep from heaven
That slid into my soul.
The silly buckets on the deck
That had so long remain’d,
I dreamt that they were fill’d with dew
And when I awoke it rain’d.
My lips were wet, my throat was cold,
My garments all were dank;
Sure I had drunken in my dreams
And still my body drank.
I mov’d and could not feel my limbs,
I was so light, almost
I thought that I had died in sleep,
And was a blessed Ghost.
And soon I heard a roaring wind,
It did not come anear;
But with its sound it shook the sails
That were so thin and sere.
The upper air burst into life
And a hundred fire-flags sheen
To and fro they were hurried about;
And to and fro, and in and out
The wan stars danc’d between.
And the coming wind did roar more loud;
And the sails did sigh like sedge:
And the rain pour’d down from one black cloud
The moon was at its edge.
The thick black cloud was cleft, and still
The Moon was at its side:
Like waters shot from some high crag,
The lightning fell, with never a jag
A river steep and wide.
The loud wind never reach’d the Ship,
Yet now the Ship mov’d on!
Beneath the lightning and the moon
The dead men gave a groan.
They groan’d; they stirr’d, they all uprose,
Nor spake, nor mov’d their eyes:
It had been strange, even in a dream
To have seen those dead men rise,
The helmsman steerd, the ship mov’d on;
Yet never a breeze up-blew;
The Mariners all gan work the ropes,
Where they were wont to do:
They rais’d their limbs like lifeless tools —
We were a ghastly crew.
The body of my brother’s son
Stood by me knee to knee:
The body and I pull’d at one rope,
But he said nought to me.
”I fear thee, ancient Mariner!”
”Be calm, thou wedding guest!
’Twas not those souls, that fled in pain,
Which to their corses came again,
But a troop of Spirits blest:”
”For when it dawn’d — they dropp’d their arms,
And cluster’d round the mast:
Sweet sounds rose slowly thro’ their mouths
And from their bodies pass’d.”
Around, around, flew each sweet sound,
Then darted to the sun:
Slowly the sounds came back again
Now mix’d, now one by one.
Sometimes a dropping from the sky
I heard the Skylark sing;
Sometimes all little birds that are
How they seem’d to fill the sea and air
With their sweet jargoning.
And now ‘twas like all instruments,
Now like a lonely flute;
And now it is an angel’s song
That makes the heavens be mute.
It ceas’d: yet still the sails made on
A pleasant noise till noon,
A noise like of a hidden brook
In the leafy month of June,
That to the sleeping woods all night,
Singeth a quiet tune.
Till noon we silently sail’d on
Yet never a breeze did breathe:
Slowly and smoothly went the Ship
Mov’d onward from beneath.
Under
