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The harmless Albatross.

      “The spirit who bideth by himself

       In the land of mist and snow,

       He loved the bird that loved the man

       Who shot him with his bow.”

      The other was a softer voice,

       As soft as honey-dew:

       Quoth he, “The man hath penance done,

       And penance more will do.”

      Part the Sixth.

       Table of Contents

      FIRST VOICE.

      But tell me, tell me! speak again,

       Thy soft response renewing —

       What makes that ship drive on so fast?

       What is the OCEAN doing?

      SECOND VOICE.

      Still as a slave before his lord,

       The OCEAN hath no blast;

       His great bright eye most silently

       Up to the Moon is cast —

      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.

      FIRST VOICE.

      But why drives on that ship so fast,

       Without or wave or wind?

      Without wave or wind Without wave or wind

      SECOND VOICE.

      The air is cut away before,

       And closes from behind.

      Fly, brother, fly! more high, more high

       Or we shall be belated:

       For slow and slow that ship will go,

       When the Mariner’s trance is abated.

      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,

       For a charnel-dungeon fitter:

       All fixed on me their stony eyes,

       That in the Moon did glitter.

      The pang, the curse, with which they died,

       Had never passed away:

       I could not draw my eyes from theirs,

       Nor turn them up to pray.

      And now this spell was snapt: once more

       I viewed the ocean green.

       And looked far forth, yet little saw

       Of what had else been seen —

      Like one that on a lonesome road

       Doth walk in fear and dread,

       And having once turned 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,

       Nor sound nor motion made:

       Its path was not upon the sea,

       In ripple or in shade.

      It raised my hair, it fanned my cheek

       Like a meadow-gale of spring —

       It mingled strangely with my fears,

       Yet it felt like a welcoming.

      Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship,

       Yet she sailed softly too:

       Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze —

       On me alone it blew.

      Oh! dream of joy! is this indeed

       The light-house top I see?

       Is this the hill? is this the kirk?

       Is this mine own countree!

      We drifted o’er the harbour-bar,

       And I with sobs did pray —

       O let me be awake, my God!

       Or let me sleep alway.

      The harbour-bay was clear as glass,

       So smoothly it was strewn!

       And on the bay the moonlight lay,

       And the shadow of the moon.

      The shadow of the moon 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.

      In crimson colors came In crimson colors came

      A little distance from the prow

       Those crimson shadows were:

       I turned my eyes upon the deck —

      

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